She tugged on his suit. The black wool easily losing its integrity under her fierce grip. He could feel her warm breath landing on his neck. She could feel his erection growing under his slacks as she saddled him on her sofa. Sweat drops raced down their faces, and moans escaped both sets of lips as they kissed bout after bout.
"He doesn't have to know"
"Hazelnut Mocha please, medium size, to go" was the first thing he had said to her that night, Ashley reflected. "Tim Tebow!" was the first thing she had said to him that night. He later smiled, and she smiled back with a blushed face. Her eyes slayed him, and his body made her forget she was with someone.
"It's a one time thing"
One selfie later she was giving him the night of his life in her apartment. Her heart was pounding like a washing machine at the thought of fucking a celebrity, and her vagina watered so much that she dismissed the thought of being caught by her boyfriend. Tim rested his hands on both flanks of her waist holding her like a steering wheel. She adjusted herself to comfort and made do of his jacket. He moved to unbutton her shirt, exposing her black bra for his viewing pleasure. Her…show more content… Tim moved to hold Ashley's blonde hair from obscuring her work, reviving chivalry from its corpse. The manly scent of his balls filled her nostrils and rendered her deaf to his grunts of joy. His toes curled under her tender touch and he started cussing, his cries of pleasure easily traveling past her apartment's door. She dove forward, taking more of his length inside her, only to retreat when the head of his shaft poked her throat. Like a flute, she played him as she traversed up and down his length, her lips varying pressure like an expert. Salty precum leaked freely against her throat yet his satisfaction was only confirmed when she looked up at him with watery eyes and a thin string of precum traveling down her
