Japanese Porn Story

On the contrary, I was pretty sure I would be leaking pre-cum at any moment. But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic force. I gasped—loudly. “Just relax, freshie,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic force. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. When he was done soaping up, and I was still trying to act like my body hadn’t just betrayed every assumption I had about myself, we rinsed off side by side. Wrestling seemed like the right move—tough and disciplined, a sport where I could carve out a place for myself. My breath froze. Never mind that I was built more like a stick figure than a Spartan.