8k Teens – Krystal Palmer – Klear As Krystal.

8k Teens – Krystal Palmer – Klear As Krystal.

He started soaping himself up casually, not a trace of insecurity, running the lather across his chest and down his arms with a casualness that made my skin crawl with envy—and something else I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. But deep down, I knew I’d crossed a line. Mom and Son “Uh oh,” he said, drawing out the words like he was savoring my embarrassment but then he offered guidance. My older brother wrestled, and I observed him over the years as it cemented his confidence. The other guys were still laughing about who owed who a soda or something dumb, but I was standing there, stunned, trying not to collapse under the weight of what I had just felt… and what it meant. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass. He put both hands on my ass and massaged in circles with his thumbs. I learned a new sense of pleasure. The showers were the real kicker. Until his hands went lower. He gave a nod, turned off his water, and grabbed his towel. Hips too. I gasped—loudly. My breath froze. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. It all started at the beginning of the school year. “They’re just jealous I’m doing a five-star job.” I cracked a smile for the first time since coming in here. wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was