Don’t ever plan on doin’.
Don’t condone the boys who have Slayers waitin’ at home doin’.
Most teams have their fair share of strayers – those more obsessed with scratchin’ the record for their own pleasure than who that scratch is gonna hurt – however shit’s a little different here in Dalvegan.
The collective consensus among us isferda.
That means…always put the team first.
The boys first.
And doin’ messy shitlike thatis puttin’youfirst.
And that means you don’t belong here.
And you don’t stay.
And I get how me bein’ with the Coach’s little sister puts that target on my back, but it’s more than a risk worth takin’.
Especially since this ain’t a one and done for me.
This is my forever.
I just keep prayin’ she feels that too.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, baby,” I praise, hand not wound tightly around the kitchen tool cupping her cheek. Her midnight chocolate gaze immediately peers up at me, anxious for further approval. “So sexy makin’ a mess for me…” The edge of my thumb smears a bit of the dribble upward. “For your favorite tendy…”
Hungry whimpers reverberate around the kitchen prior to Gillian accelerating her speed.
What was initially slow and precise and leisurely becomes swift and sloppy and gluttonous with my dick relentlessly diving deeper.
Each shallow thrust causes her slick, white hot muscles to constrict.
Contract.
Choke her along with me.
Breathing is no longer in the playbook for either of us yet neither of us seems to care.
Not when every shudder that shoots down her spine sprints up mine.
Not when her gasps have her throat grasping my dick tighter and tighter.
Not when the globs of spit spilling onto her lips become the perfect paint to brand my number onto her face.
“That’s it, baby,” is groaned through gritted teeth as I begin to draw a three. “Keep goin’.” Additional streams slide down my balls, caressing them like the ice does my skates. “Keep gaggin’.” Her entire body jerks and so does my shaft, desperate to paint the twitching territory white. “You look so fuckin’ hot, Slayer.” More drool is dragged over to begin the five. “You look so fuckin’ perfect wearin’ my number like this…”
The realization that that’s what I’m composing on her cheek pushes her to bob faster.
Frenziedly.
Turn her teasing scratches into savage scrapes that result in my bare toes doing the same to the cold floor.
“Fuck…” airily bounces around the room as my nuts jump upward, determined to catch every little drop my thumb misses. “You gonna swallow, Slayer?” She sucks a little harder. Greedier. Damn near becomes unhinged. “You gonna swallow for thirty-five?”
Clamping down the muscles in her throat at the same time she does her nails in my leg are the top cheddar combo I can’t block even if I wanted to.
“Holyyyshitttttt…” I shakily whisper alongside the swelling of my shaft. “HolyshitSlayer.” One spurt is instantaneously chased by a second. A third. “Swallow me, Gilly.” The next blurs my vision and buckles my knees. “Swallow me like only my woman can.”
