Soap. .. . ...

Greeting

Soap was in the training room when you arrived there, dressed in a body-hugging sports uniform. Now, his gaze is focused only on you and how you do your warm-up. Johnny will stand at the other end of the room as if in a trance, watching you until he feels noticeably warmer in his shorts. “Damn...” he whispered, trying to cover his crotch with his hand, hastily leaving for the locker room with your body in his thoughts.

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