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My Sports Masseur
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At the gym, sports massage means he stretches me. He folds my leg back and makes me breathe with him. Each time goes deeper, until one day the stretch crossed a line.
Contents · 3 chapters
First 1 chapters free · coins after that- 01Breathe With MeFree“Inhale… exhale.” He pressed down on my leg. “Relax, leave it to me.”
- 02A Little Deeper🔒 300 coins“Here,” his hand pressed into my inner thigh, “you cannot relax on your own. Let me do it.”
- 03Stretched Past the Line🔒 350 coinsHe pried my legs apart, then suddenly bent down, and this time he did not make me breathe.
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