And then...
"Pfft!"
Unusually smooth!
He could feel something long inside his underwear.
With a warm temperature.
Damn!
With a hugely embarrassed expression, he hurried towards the locker room, but just then, the Celtics players excitedly embraced him.
No, no, don't!
Pierce tried to escape, but he couldn't.
Perkins slapped his butt hard, hitting the bullseye, the feeling making his joyful grin stiffen, as he fell into thought:
Why!
"We won!"
"We won!"
"Paul, we won!"
"Why don't you look excited!"
The others pushed and shoved excitedly; Paul Pierce wanted to flee but could not, and had to join them in the forceful celebration.
At this force...
Another one slipped out.
His underwear could hold no more.
The long object rolled down his pant leg.
It didn't take long for the reporters to notice...
That was...
Shit!
"Damn, Paul Pierce was so excited he shit himself!"
Someone shouted out first.
