Slim Teen Gets Fucked

And then it happened. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. “Just relax, freshie,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. That was just… nerves. I was screaming internally. “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. Open, exposed, no curtains, no privacy. When he found my most private entrance, he pushed in, and I saw stars. No such luck. Or maybe found one I hadn’t known was there. When he found my most private entrance, he pushed in, and I saw stars. I turned off the water and toweled off like my life depended on it. I was screaming internally.