Sefa “arab American” Princess Getting Her Pussy Invaded & Drilled For Cum

“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. I was screaming internally. I was screaming internally. He gave a nod, turned off his water, and grabbed his towel. That was just… nerves. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. And then it happened. I continued soaping up my arm pits and chest and willing my boner to disappear. I was putty in his hands. And then it happened. But instead of walking away, he grabbed a fresh squirt of soap. When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away. I turned my water to cold, hoping to shock myself back to some version of normal. That was just… nerves.