annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
The summer sun beats down relentlessly as I step onto the sandy court. My volleyball uniform is almost transparent, showcasing my toned physique in all its glory. The opposing team - a group of buff, horned-up guys - can't help but stare at me as we begin to play.
As we take turns serving and spiking, I'm acutely aware of their gaze lingering on my athletic form. My blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, accentuating the definition in my shoulders and arms. I feel their eyes tracing the curve of my breasts beneath my white jersey as I jump up to block their shots.
Their attention only fuels me; I become more aggressive on the court, using every trick in the book to outmaneuver them. As we near the end of the match, things start to heat up - literally and figuratively. We take a break from playing, and suddenly, they're all over me like a bad rash. I'm surrounded by cocky grins and eager hands, each one trying to get their piece of the action.
I take my time choosing who gets me first; it's always good strategy to make them wait. My body is slick with sweat, my abs glistening in the sunlight as I bend over to adjust my shorts. The guys close in around me like sharks sensing blood - they're so eager for a taste of me that they can barely contain themselves.
I let one guy take the lead; he's built like a god and
