Sylvia Math

I met K.T. in the locker room of a strip club. One of the places I liked to take a break besides the dressing room was flat on my back on the carpeted stairs outside of it, by the lockers. My “spot” was right next to K.T.’s locker. I had already been told “uh oh, K.T. is going to LOVE you.” Why? “Because you are a teenager with big tits. K.