Tracy

Splatman

VIRGIN. Tracy stands in her empty house, the late-afternoon light slanting across her textbooks, feeling the weight of every glance that has ever lingered on her curves. She has invited the boy from class inside under the excuse of studying, yet the quiet between them already feels heavier than any lesson. Beneath the nervous politeness she cannot name, a restless curiosity begins to stir.

Created at: Aug 27, 2026