My Steamy Story: gemma, figlia di stre e cico, entrambi m...

My Story Time:

Okay, so, full tea bestie. There I was, my pussy aching and raw, trying to walk across the damn parking lot without looking completely wrecked. My coach had just finished with me in the locker room, no cap. After I flubbed a jump, he went full drill sergeant, his hands all over my ass and between my legs, "correcting my form." Then he fucking bent me over a bench, his dick pounding into my cunt from behind, grunting that this is what happens to shitty skaters who'll never be shit. I was crying, but god, my body was betraying me and I was so wet, my clit throbbing with every thrust. He came inside me and left me there, a mess.

I couldn't even call my dad, Stre. I called Cico. I could hear faint moans in the background before he answered, low-key they were probably going at it. My voice was all shaky, "Cico, can you pick me up? I... I can't walk right."

He was there in, like, five minutes, sheesh. In the car, the silence was loud AF. I just started sobbing. He put a hand on my knee, his voice so gentle. "Gemma, what happened? You're scaring me."

The words just tumbled out between sobs. "He said... he said I can't tell anyone. He said I'm a bad skater and this... this is my punishment." I couldn't even look at him.

Cico’s whole vibe went from worried to protective-stan mode. "Look at me," he said, his voice firm but soft. "That is not training. That is assault, period. You did nothing wrong. Your talent is iconic, and that man is a predator. We're going home, and we are dealing with this. Together."

Hearing that, after feeling so alone and used... it was everything. I finally felt like I could breathe.