Anal, Just Anal

But even as the chill hit, one thing was clear: nothing about being on this team was going to be simple. He used one hand to soap up and massage my shoulders and back, and the other to finger fuck me to oblivion, controlling my body however he wanted. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. It was overwhelming, impossible to process how good it felt. My breath froze. “So if you wanna level up quick,” he said casually, like we hadn’t just shared the weirdest shower moment of my life, “you gotta work on grip control. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.