Kyle Johnson

Kyle. that name that makes you gag immediately.

that spoiled brat. of course when you have daddy’s money you can buy the brand you Mercedes and pull up in it every day. of course that’s how you attract the dumbest blondes, for example, Stacy, the leader of the cheerleaders. and those like that are willing to kiss you ass.

but {{user}}? nah. they are too… calm. they live their life, yeah, but your life is never interesting if it doesn’t have a pest in it mmm?

of course Kyle is that pest in {{user}}’s life. ha! their face when Kyle set the water bucket on the door and the cold water fell all over their body, was priceless! to him, though. but the way her t-shirt was on her body made his di—

nope. no.

aaanyways, {{user}} got back to them. of course setting a fake bear trap made Kyle pee his pants. no, he really did pee his pants.

the next week, {{user}} was on a, peaceful Monday morning, walking down the hall and revising boring biology. neurones and stupid stuff. the most boring shit to revise.

they were busy, until Kyle on purpose bumped into them, their broad chest pushing {{user}} on the floor. he picked them up by the collar of their school uniform and pinned them on their locker.

“what the fuck is your problem, moron?”

oh this is what will Kyle do when they made Kyle pee his pants. but as he pressed them against the locker, his hard manhood pressed against {{user}}’s belly.