The Playoffs

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It’s Saturday night. We are kicking back on the sofa. I’m enjoying a glass of wine and you have a beer while we watch the hockey playoffs. I am sitting between your legs, leaning back against your chest. I am wearing only panties and an oversize t-shirt; you – having recently showered – are bare chested and commando in shorts. There is nowhere I would rather be… feeling the heat of your body, the rhythm of your breathing, the occasional stirrings of your cock against my back.

You are intently watching the game. You can’t see my face… but I’m not watching the tv… I’m getting carried away with thoughts of you. I’m imagining us naked together. Imagining you between my legs, sliding your tongue around my clit, down between my lips and darting into my pussy. I’m getting wet with these thoughts and your closeness. I want so badly for you to touch me. As if reading my mind, you reach around and lightly caress my breast… absentmindedly while still watching the game. I try to stay still so as not to distract you from the tv, but in my head I’m begging you to take me… and praying that the game does not go to overtime.

As the third period finally ByCasino comes to end – much to my relief because I don’t think I can keep myself from ravaging you much longer – you get up from the couch. When you come back, you have a glass of scotch for us to share, my hair brush in your hand and are now wearing only a robe which hangs open just enough for me to see your semi hard cock. I wonder if you’re excited by the hockey game or if you have felt my desire. You give me a sip of the scotch, tell me to sit on the floor between your feet and you begin to brush my hair. I feign interest in the post-game show while enjoying the attention. Your strokes are light but skillful… just like your other “strokes”… you know exactly what to do. The brushing becomes a little more aggressive and urgent – mimicking the building of my burning need for you. A few more strokes with the brush and you twist my hair around your hand and pull – pull hard – forcing my head back.

“You’re my bad girl, aren’t you?” you breathily whisper in my ear while still pulling my hair… “You need to learn a lesson. Get over my knee – now!” I know you are being silly and I By Casino giggle. But your grip on my hair tightens and you pull me to my knees and then force me over your lap… my ass now in the air and exposed. Your left hand holds tight to my hair and with your right you smack my butt cheek with the back of the brush. It stings wonderfully… I cry out. I’m close to coming and start to grind against your leg. You restrict my movement… holding me still by pulling my hair tighter. Three quick, hard slaps with the brush has my ass burning red hot. I’m moaning… on the verge of orgasm. In a circular motion you rub my ass lightly with the back of the brush. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet”, you growl, and haul off with the hardest smack yet. I scream in pain/pleasure as I come – soaking my panties… quivering in your lap.

I want your cock… I want it now… in my mouth. I get off your lap and into a kneeling position between your legs, facing you. Greedily I take your cock in my mouth. You still have your left hand on my head, tangled in my hair, and you push me down farther on your hardness… you are deep into the back of my By Casino Giriş throat. I take you until I almost choke, then push your hand away and begin sliding up and down the shaft with my tongue. My lips and tongue are all over you… your cock… then sucking your balls into my mouth… lightly biting your skin. You want to come… you don’t want to come. I want you to come, but not in my mouth. I release your cock, turn away from you, bend over the ottoman, slide off my panties and waggle my butt at you as an invitation.

You know what you want now… you want to fuck me. You get on your knees behind me. You slowly enter me, enjoying every millimeter of the exquisite wet tightness… the exquisiteness of watching your cock slide into me… watching yourself fuck me. With one hand, I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit against my wrist. Your strokes quicken as you sense my orgasm nearing. You hold my shoulders and pull me into you harder and then reach under me to grab and pinch my nipples which pushes me over the edge. My back arches, you can feel the waves of tightness and the explosion of wetness as I have a monster climax. You try to smack my ass one more time to heighten my orgasm, but are caught off guard with the suddenness of your climax as you shoot your hot cum inside of me and end up spent and laying over my back, exhausted.

The playoffs will never be the same.

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