Tread continues getting ready for the game. The magical size bracelet chapter 3 by SatireMarker

You continued to watch him as he removed his jacket and shirt, exposing a lean torso that dwarfed anyone you'd ever met. You looked at it, your eyes wide, and stroked the small but cute pec. You leaned forward, licking it, licking and sucking the nipple as Tread carried on totally oblivious.

Now he was removing his tracksuit bottoms of his own volition, peeling them off and exposing a pair of boxers that hugged his bulge, which you again couldn't help but reach out and grab. You reached inside and squeezed his large, cut dick, as well as squeezing and hugging his thighs. You licked them too, taking in the manly scent. Soon enough, Tread grabbed the pair of shorts hanging from the wall and pulled them on - they were tight to his thighs and ass, hugging them in a delightful way that accentuated their powerful shape. After that he put on the shirt and then briefly stood before you, a fully-dressed tall volleyball god.

You kept watching as Tread turned around, allowing you to feel his ass, and before you could snap out of your trance the thick ass had lowered down onto your legs. He had sat down - on top of you! Even though he was lean, you feel the weight would break your fragile feminine body. But he couldn't detect you and had no idea you were there, but he knew he wasn't able to sit completely down, so he kept adjusting. "Something weird going on here," he said, and you laughed out loud. Though in a bit pain, you were enjoying this feeling of contact and warmth, the muscles surrounding your body, far too much to complain. You bucked your hips as much as you could, essentially dry-humping him, and wrapped your arms around his torso.