Football flirting and fucking : Sunday scissoring!
Football flirting and fucking: what a night. it was becoming. The game was electric, but Amara was the real distraction. She rocked her tight Patriots cheer outfit, while I flaunted my Seahawks colors. The way her skirt swayed as she walked, showing off her perky figure, had my mind elsewhere. Her dark hair fell perfectly, and those long lashes she was always bragging about? Yeah, they were catching all the attention—and not just from the guys around us. Every time her body brushed mine, I felt a spark. I was all in for some football flirting and fucking!
Throughout the game, we teased each other relentlessly. “Bet my team scores more points… maybe you’ll have to make it up to me later,” she winked, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. My mind raced at the thought, and I couldn’t resist leaning in closer, whispering, “We’ll see who ends up on top.”
At the afterparty, it was no different. Drinks in hand, we danced close, our skirts riding up, leaving little to the imagination. She laughed as I playfully tugged at her outfit, and whispered something teasing in her ear. She blushed, but I could see the excitement in her eyes. I knew she was all about the football flirting and fucking.
Football flirting and fucking: I’m ready to fuck!
Finally, I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “Enough teasing,” I said with a smirk. “Let’s take this upstairs.” She bit her lip, following my lead, anticipation clear in her gaze. Once we were alone in the bedroom, I pressed her gently against the door, running my fingers along the edge of her skirt.
“You’re finally mine!” my fingers slip under her skirt to find her sweet little cunt. It was already wet with anticipation. Dropping to my knees I started kissing and sucking her sweet goodness. Feeling her back arc as she pulled my face deeper inside her. She threw her head back and let out the sexiest moan I ever heard. Her cum all over my lips. We fall to the bed and kiss passionately. Then Amara mounts me, pubbing that little mound right on mine. Football flirting and fucking. We’re finally fucking!
Rocking back in forth our slick pussies rubbed together making really hot slippery sound. Faster and faster she fucks me until my toes curl and the most explosive orgasm escapes my body. Amara falls on top of me and we lay there panting and giggling… “Maybe we should go back downstairs.”
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