He pulsed as I slowly pumped his ebony shaft. My tongue massaged his flared head. I accepted his thick, hot load and swallowed.
He pulled up his jock and then his shorts. He thanked me and ran out. I heard the crowd cheer his return.
“Thanks, honey. That should relax him.”
“Let’s hope so,” I told his coach. “He is your best player, and he was awful.”
“It worked last game. If we make the championship, you might need to do it pre-game.”
I kissed my husband and said, “Of course,” as I went out to watch the second half.
