Future post
Will be published at 2026-10-07 19:00:00
As summer approaches, the agony of abstinence increases in direct proportion to the temperature. "Ding dong!" It's a message from the long-lost sports department junior: "Bro! I really want to cum…" This is the third message he's sent these past few days. "Seven days of abstinence is the threshold before your training. If you want to give up, go find another master." After sending the message, I muted the junior until the day before training.
The junior walked in, and in the middle of his loose basketball pants there was already a huge bulge. I reached out and grabbed it; the junior didn't try to dodge at all, only letting out a deep moan: "Mmm…" I said to the junior: "Today you'll leave this room completely drained with weak legs—get ready!" The junior nodded foolishly and happily agreed, not knowing how much he'd break down today. There's a little easter egg at the end of the video. Because the voice is too recognizable, only part of the content is kept. Hope you like it.