He couldn’t take it any longer. His craving for Coach Avery was too strong to resist. Steve moved in and ravaged him with their tongues, pushing Avery passionately against the pitch turf. With no time to spare, Steve ripped off Avery’s clothes and entered him, each thrust stronger than the last. Too soon the game had to start, but the two of them agreed that they had all the pleasure they needed.
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He parted my lips ever-so-gently with his domineering tongue, sending waves of warmth radiating through my body towards an eruption I felt deliciously destined for. His sweet & sticky pitch spewed into my throat – an elixir of seductive serenity. Caleb’s succulent manhood had been swallowed, but I had just become the repositioned host to its ultimate allure.