Cleaning out the gym storeroom is the WORST job. That is until you find the school mascot amongst the clutter. I always thought he was sooo cute, and I finally got my chance to try him on. I never though being a mascot would me so super hot. I couldn't help but touch myself. Who can resist the feeling of the furry paws on their skin? Next thing I know I was rubbing myself furiously, trying to get off, before the principal finds me.
