As I watched him walk off the field, sweat dripping from his porn-worthy physique, my dick hardened in anticipation of what was to come. The hot jock’s eyes locked onto mine, a sly grin spreading across that chiseled face as he sauntered towards me.
“Ready for some oral sex, babe?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded, and before I could utter a word, his cock was in my mouth. The taste of salt and masculinity exploded on my tongue as I sucked him hard, my hands grasping his firm ass to pull him closer. His moans echoed through the room, spurring me on as I devoured his dick like it was the last cock on earth.
“Faster, suck me harder,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward in a primal rhythm.
I complied, my head bobbing up and down with reckless abandon as I feasted on his penis. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and I knew we were both racing towards the climax.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, his eyes blazing with lust. “Time to switch it up,” he said, flipping me onto my back before straddling me.
His cock hovered above mine, taunting me with its proximity as he reached for the lube. I watched in rapt attention as he slicked himself up, my heart pounding with excitement. The moment his dick pressed against my ass, I felt a rush of adrenaline course through my veins.
He pushed forward, and I felt him breach my barrier, his cock sinking deep into my body. The sensation was intense, the pressure building as he began to fuck me in earnest. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting every thrust with an eager push back against his dick.
As we rode the waves of pleasure together, our grunts and moans mingling in a raw, primal symphony, I knew this was one hot jock who’d leave me screaming for more.
