My coach had just finished giving a pep talk and declared the game a victory. To celebrate, he made his way to the locker room, and as I followed, I felt his gaze, heavy and hungry, linger on me. We stepped into the backroom and my every nerve was alive; the air was charged with sensual electricity. I knew then I would never forget what was about to happen—and I welcomed it.
Browsing: Gifts
Gabe always had a thing for cum, a fetish in the dark recesses of his mind, and he was always willing to swallow. A deep, dark thrill accompanied each swallow and Gabe always left his partner’s bed wanting more. With every nut he loaded up, Gabe was gifted a strange, delightful pleasure that left him both satisfied and wanting more.