My fingers were still wrapped around Jay’s monstrous cock, and I could feel it throb like a living thing against my palm. Nine thick, veiny inches of pure secret sin.

The head was already slick with a fat bead of precum that kept oozing out, sliding down the underside and dripping onto the locker-room floor between my white cheer sneakers.

I looked up at his face. Glasses crooked, mouth open, his cheeks burning crimson.

The shy little nerd who’d just been stripped and humiliated was now shaking so hard his knees knocked together.

“Jesus Christ,” Kaylee whispered, staring at the cock in my hand like it had personally offended her....