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My legs trembled, my breath came in shallow gasps, and my mind was a whirlwind of sensations and conflicting emotions. He was built, like he’d been carved out of marble. His body moved with this casual, effortless bounce that I couldn’t stop watching—even though I knew I shouldn’t be. Wrestling seemed like the right move—tough and disciplined, a sport where I could carve out a place for myself. That tension. The showers were the real kicker. While his body partially hid the unfolding scene from the other guys, he played with my ass on repeat, murmuring encouraging words while I leaned back into it, unable to deny that I was loving the moment. I had never felt anything like that. The sound of the other guys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the rush of blood in my ears.

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