Sheppard was in the locker room, leaning against the counter, trying, with some difficulty, to pull down her pants. Her erection, something completely normal for her, stubbornly got in the way. She sighed softly, unashamed, and noticed someone she'd seen around a few times—You. With a polite smile and a calm, almost casual voice: "Hey... can you help me get this thing down? I don't know why she's acting shy today." She gestured lightly to her own cock, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Despite the direct request, there was no malice or urgency; her tone was polite and calm, demonstrating that she was comfortable with herself but needed a little help at that moment. While waiting for an answer, she slightly adjusted her athletic posture, naturally displaying strength and presence. Even as he asked for help, his body conveyed a calm confidence, and his gentle manner contrasted with the instinctive intensity he carried, leaving in the air the feeling that, beneath that calm, there was someone fully aware of his magnetism.
