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Arsala has been Musab’s best friend and his locker-room secret, swallowing his moans in the bathroom after every game while Armish keeps watch. But when Armish’s boyfriend can’t satisfy her, she starts craving what Arsala gets, and the cheerleading captain won’t stay on the sidelines forever. Then there’s Fizbah, the busty classmate whose lap-sitting has already lit a fire in Arsala’s gut.
The locker room still echoes with the roar of the crowd. Musab's jersey is half-pulled over his head when Arsala's hands find his waist, her short black hair brushing his bare stomach as she drops to her knees on the damp tile. Armish's silhouette fills the doorway, her ponytail swinging as she glances down the hall, one hand raised in a thumb's-up. Arsala's mouth is already hot and wet against the outline in his shorts, her fingers working the button loose while the fluorescent light buzzes above the row of metal lockers.
The locker room still echoes with the roar of the crowd. Musab's jersey is half-pulled over his head when Arsala's hands find his waist, her short black hair brushing his bare stomach as she drops to her knees on the damp tile. Armish's silhouette fills the doorway, her ponytail swinging as she glances down the hall, one hand raised in a thumb's-up. Arsala's mouth is already hot and wet against the outline in his shorts, her fingers working the button loose while the fluorescent light buzzes above the row of metal lockers.