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My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. But deep down, I knew I’d crossed a line. My face went hot. I was putty in his hands. Unless you want the whole team to bombard you with whistling and clapping. When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away. I had never felt anything like that. I didn’t dare to turn around and look, and my erection problem had not gotten better. When he found some little button inside me that made me convulse in pleasure, he leaned into my ear and whispered “there it is,” and the whisper tickled my ear and made me cum, coating the wall in front of me while my hole pulsed on his large digit.