He peeled off his tight, red jersey, revealing inch after inch of perfectly toned muscle, while I watched, my mouth agape, my eyes hungrily devouring each inch of his incredibly sensual body. His pert nipples rose hard in the air, demanding my attention, and his taut abdomen revealed the delicious V of his tantalizing hips.
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My game was over. In the locker room, the scent of my coach’s cologne quickly overpowered me as he grabbed me close. His hard body pressed against me and his lips explored me. His passionate intensity left me gasping for breath as he explored the depths of my soul.
He stood in the doorway, a tall, powerful figure silhouetted by the moonlight. Hung like a stallion, his broad, hulking mass seemed to stretch for miles. His thighs quivered with anticipation, powerful and ready for a night of unrestrained ecstasy.
My coach grabbed me from behind, pressing me against his chest. He ran his hands over my body, squeezing me hard. His grip strong, I felt my body trembling with anticipation as his lips descended onto mine. It was a kiss like no other; passionate and hot, my moan echoing through the empty hallway.
My heart pounded in my chest as I watched his big balls, glistening and wobbling with every bounce, each powerful thrust sending them skyward, only to come crashing back towards his body with every powerful plunge. I wanted to feel them slapping against my skin, and that longing was so inviting.
My player trembled under me, my hip bones pressing against his pert ass, as I claimed him as my own. He ached for me and I for him, raw desire driving us to an unknown pleasure. We were lost in each other, two souls connected by love and carnal lust.
Heaving and thrusting in a sea of liquid ecstasy, I reveled in the sensation of hot hung jocks playing with my body. My hands pressing against slick, toned skin as we explored each other’s deepest desires, immersing ourselves in a sensual pool of forbidden pleasure.
He stands, sweat glistening on his body, and his muscular form begging to be touched. His throbbing manhood slipping out of his shorts, ready for me to take. His thick cut cock, powerful and hard – a treat I cannot resist.
The jock selfies appeared one after another, with broad and strong shoulders, narrow waists, and tight, toned abs. His eyes were bright, and a passionate fire lit up his entire face. As I stared at him, I felt my skin heating up from a simmer to a full boil. I wanted to feel his hard body scraping against mine, his taste on my tongue and his moan in my ears.
Steamy glances, quivering anticipation…our eyes linger and craving surfaces. Coaches hands tugging and pushing my body tighter against him. His demanding lips ravaging mine. His groin pressed hard against my swollen heat. As we kiss and pant, the players on the field shout, but his touch blurs it all. Behind the pre-game thrill was a desire that only a passionate tryst in the locker room could satisfy.