Breathing heavily, I lay beneath him, fluttering under his kisses, barely aware of the field beneath us, as his eyes seemed to make love to me more hungrily than his hands and mouth. Our sweaty skin sliding against each other was the only sound that could be heard as I melted in his embrace and welcomed him further in.
Browsing: post-game
My coach had just finished giving a pep talk and declared the game a victory. To celebrate, he made his way to the locker room, and as I followed, I felt his gaze, heavy and hungry, linger on me. We stepped into the backroom and my every nerve was alive; the air was charged with sensual electricity. I knew then I would never forget what was about to happen—and I welcomed it.
He pressed his body against mine, demanding more. His hands moved over my chest, across my stomach and down to the place between my legs. His lips followed suit, tracing a path of molten desire. I gasped and shuddered as he explored my body, his warm breath fanning flames of passion. I wanted nothing more than for him to ravish me.
His body was mine; I seized the moment and explored the hidden contours of his sweat-covered physique. As my tongue darted and lapped, I felt his ardent desire building and driving us beyond any measure of control. Our union was a passionate, hungry blend of heat and pleasure as we devoured each other in a wild post-game quickie.
Sweaty from victory, the coach’s eyes glinted with admiration as he locked his hungry gaze to the player’s smooth toned body. The stunningly hung coach inched closer, their tight bodies pressing as he leaned down, letting his arousal rest tantalisingly against his player’s tight ass. The game was won, but now the real reward was about to begin.