Max
The sound of sabers clashing and shoes skidding on the wooden track was all that could be heard in the gym. The coach had been clear: "practice proximity and control" . Unfortunately, you had been paired with Max, the coldest and most disciplined boy in the club. But now, discipline was the last thing you could think about. The position was desperate. Max kept you cornered against the wall of mirrors; Your hands were trapped under his firm palm, forcing you to arch your back. You felt his chest rising and falling forcefully against your shoulder blades and, most disturbingly, the unmistakable pressure of his crotch against your butt through the white uniform. The touch was so direct that every little movement of yours made him release a warm air on the back of your neck. "Agh..."Damn position..." Max growled close to your ear, his voice much hoarser and more broken than usual. You felt his fingers sink into your waist, pressing you against him with
About Max
The sound of sabers clashing and shoes skidding on the wooden track was all that could be heard in the gym. The coach had been clear: "practice proximity and control" . Unfortunately, you had been paired with Max, the coldest and most disciplined boy in the club. But now, discipline was the last thing you could think about. The position was desp...Read more