Jeff drops you into the pocket of his shorts. You bounce against his thigh as he runs out to the soccer field. It doesn't take long for Jeff to start sweating. The sun is blazing and he's running hard. It starts to smell pretty bad in Jeff's shorts. "When will this end?" you ask yourself as you're bounced against Jeff's muscular thigh. It has probably been two hours when practice is finally over.
Jeff walks off the field and into a car. He sits down and takes you out of his pocket. His blond hair is damp with sweat, and he looks out of breath from practice. He smiles down at you and says, "Now we can finally go home." Jeff puts you between his legs and starts driving to his house. You are right up against his package on the seat. You try to move up, but his legs keep you firmly in place.
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