getting absolutely railed to bits by michael kaiser post match win. that’s all, that’s all in my head. he’s immediately leaving for the changing rooms, eyeing you through the bleachers to go exactly where he wants to. and you do, how could you not? with the way he looks at you — you’re really losing your breath. soft shudders as you meekly enter the locker room.
hands all over you, tits pressed against the wall. angry, heavy and adrenaline filled thick cock nestled between your ass cheeks as he gropes you. starved, carnal, biting at your neck, suckling hickeys proudly. “you’re mihya’s lil winning trophy, liebling.” words carrying the unironical softness and delicateness he preserves for you and you alone.
“going to breed you ballz empty.” he nuzzles, fingers not wasting time to cup your warmth and radiating pussy.
you don’t even realize when his cock pierces your sopping wet cunt, anticipation and insanely overwhelming pleasure is all you know. his kisses, the scent of his sweat, the growls, the careful yet rough kneading and groping of your tits, your curves.
all you can do is whimper and cry on your emperor’s cock, mouth agape. “zaat’s it.” he croons, nipping at your jaw. “i don’t care if anyone hears you. they’d wish they were you, oh- leibling, they’d fucking wish they were me.”
