“I kinda want to know if the coach would even agree to fuck me and if it would feel different.”
“Why do you need someone else to fuck you at all?” Aaron was getting extremely disappointed in Georgia. As long as you hold me, swing me around, plunge your penis in me and make me scream, I don’t care what you get out of it. Whenever he scored a goal he took his shirt off and yelled at the crowd. “Don’t, I’m sweaty,” she complained. Aaron was not sure if she just wanted to shower or if they were going to continue having sex. Aaron grabbed a fistful of her brunette hair and forcefully turned her head toward him. “Now you’re not.” He touched her shoulders. She crossed her eyes and groaned as she felt what it was like to get penetrated in two holes at once for the first time. “Can we talk again tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.