Highheeled Skank Drilled Outdoors

My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. Then his touch shifted—just a bit firmer, more deliberate. I was hyper-aware of every inch of his hands as they pressed against my body, the heat of his skin, the rough texture of his palms, the skilled pressuring of his fingers. My legs trembled, my breath came in shallow gasps, and my mind was a whirlwind of sensations and conflicting emotions. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass. Pressure. I leaned against the cool tile wall, trying to catch my breath and make sense of what had just happened. It’s a thing here.”

I obeyed, turning my butt toward him and facing the wall like I’d been scolded in gym class. “So if you wanna level up quick,” he said casually, like we hadn’t just shared the weirdest shower moment of