Boryn Stone
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Post Practice
🕑 Added 2023-07-18 17:42:27 +0000 UTCIt was the same after every practice, your roommate coming back soaked in sweat from the exercise. He'd strip down to nothing but his sweaty jock, the smell of his musk taking over the room. You couldn't ignore it, your entire focus drawn to his body. Your mind would be unable to escape the smell as it washed through your senses completely, his figure taking up your entire vision until you found yourself kneeling in front of him.
You couldn't resist, licking the salty sweat off his skin and leaving almost no inch of his body untouched until he lowered his pouch and revealed his package. You'd immediately feel your mouth closing around it, giving in to the uncontrollable urge to have him in your head. You could feel his taste all over your tongue as his musk continued to sink further into you, your nose drawing in the humidity from his bush.
He'd let out a deep moan as you massaged his shaft, his body arching from the feeling of having him inside you. In a moment he'd shove your head further onto him, just for a second before spilling his hot load. The sensation took your breath away as you felt its musky odor fill your nose, your eyes rolling back as its taste flooded your mind.
He'd already be in the shower by the time you'd recovered, your body left on the floor. You'd be getting back to your feet, wondering why you kept letting this happen. But deep down, you knew you loved it.
