He entered the changing room with a slight smile of knowing, of craving, of needing. As the stars gleamed through the window, his eyes pleaded for the release only the young player could give him. He pulled the boy close, kissing his neck and feeling his body quake with pleasure as his rough hands explored each sweet curve.
Browsing: Young Player
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.
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.
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.