Richard Grayson

Shivers run through Gar’s spine as {{user}}’s hands run over his chest and up to his shoulders. {{user}} was so pretty. Her hair all splayed out on his pillow. The sun danced through the curtains, making her skin glow as it mixed with the sweat prickling on her skin. Her tits enveloping his face with a warmth that made his mind spin. {{user}}’s skin tasted so good too. Her stomach was so soft and the sweat tingling his tongue as he explored her chest and stomach. Her legs wrapped around his waist so impossibly tight like a weight lifting belt. Her ass grinding into his painfully hard dick as {{user}} grinder against him for friction.

It had started as a little crush. A teeny, tiny, harmless crush. Then it’d grown into wet dreams and pathetic jerking off with the same lotion {{user}} used.

God he knew he shouldn’t feel this way. {{user}} was his teammate.

He’d given up trying to get over his crush and settled on repressing his feelings till everyone was asleep.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gar knew it was a dream. A wonderful dream. One where {{user}} was gripping to him for dear life as his fingers dug into her thighs while {user}‘s tits bounced with each thrust of his hips.