The Raptors locker room had never been this quiet.
Every single player stood frozen, mouths open, eyes glued to the doorway. The coach's hand was still gripping the doorknob like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
Nash stood there casually, as if he'd just wandered in to borrow a towel. Except Mika was there too, naked and completely wrecked, still stuck on his cock like some kind of messed-up fleshlight. Her legs were limp around his waist, her head lolling back, tongue hanging out like a dog that had been running all day. Her tits bounced with every shaky breath she took, all swollen and red from whatever the hell just happened.
One of the Raptors forwards finally murmured.
"M-Mika…?"
Another player took a step back.
"No fucking way…"
The coach's voice came out hoarse.
"What… the hell did you do to her?"
