half as much effort into football as you do chasing ass and boozing around, I'd have every NFL scout in the country at every practice."
He was right and I knew it, but fuck him. This was my heyday. I was going to fuck, drink, smoke, and knock as many motherfuckers out as I could while I was young. Somehow, I remained calm.
"Can I go to practice now?"
"Get the fuck out of my sight. I'm tired of looking at you anyway." He stomped off toward the field.
I walked inside nice and pissed off. Maybe that was his plan.
I stalked to my locker. Everyone else was already on the field. I rammed my fist into the cold metal. It dented, but not without stinging the shit out of my knuckles. My hangover was gone. All I felt was rage now.
"Well, well, my favorite All-American boy."
I turned around and saw Sarah. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She was in a sports bra and short workout shorts. Her blonde hair ran down to her huge fake tits her dad had bought her. Her tan stomach called for my tongue. She leaned against the lockers with her arms folded, squeezing her tits together.
I had to play it cool, even though I'd fucked her a hundred times already.
"I have practice. No time to fuck."
"That's too bad." She pulled her sports bra over her head and her tits sprang free, high and calling for my mouth. Her pink nipples grew hard when the cool draft from the vent above rushed over them. My cock grew in my shorts, noticeably.
"You don't wanna fuck with me right now. I'm not in the mood for bullshit."
She walked over slowly, rubbing on her firm tits that barely bounced.
"Maybe I want it rough." She lingered by my ear and ran her hand across my stiff dick over the fabric of my shorts. "I was gonna let you fuck my asshole this time too."
My cock surged against her palm. I lost control. I stood and shoved her up against the lockers. She moaned, licking her lips. I gripped her tits hard, planting my mouth on her nipple, teasing it with my tongue before biting down on it.
I flipped her around, her breasts shoved hard into the cold metal. I fisted her hair and yanked her neck back to feast on it. "You want me to fuck this tight little asshole?" I growled in her ear.
She gasped.
I reached down and ran my hand over her pussy, feeling how hot and wet it was through her skin tight workout shorts. I yanked them below her ass, revealing two tan ass cheeks. One of them had a pair of red lips tattooed on it. I was going to do more than kiss her ass.
This bitch liked it hard and I had some anger to release before going out to practice. I needed to clear my head so I could focus. I rubbed her pussy hard, teasing her clit in circles. God damn she was so fucking wet. I spit on my hand, letting it mix with her juices as she stroked my cock through my shorts.
I teased my fingers around her tight, puckered asshole and she breathed heavily into the lockers, sending a light fog across the surface.
"Fuck!" She gasped as I worked a finger in.
"You are one dirty little cunt."
She nodded in agreement.
I nibbled down her collarbone as I worked another finger in and felt her tight asshole squeeze around my fingers.
"You just want it straight in the ass, don't you? No fucking around."
"Give it to me, bitch."
I pulled my fingers from her and smacked her on the ass. The sound echoed off the lockers. She whimpered, but I knew she loved it. She always loved it.
I gripped her hair and yanked my shorts around my thighs. She reached back for her ass and spread her cheeks for me like a good little whore. I lined my stiff prick up with her asshole, gaping and wanting.
I yanked her ear back to my mouth. "Tell me what you want."
She shook her head, teasing me. The rage coursed through my veins.
"Tell me!"
She squealed. "I want you to fuck my asshole."
"That's right, bitch."
I eased into her asshole slowly. Everything was right with the world as I felt her around me. Tight and wet, squeezing on my cock. It was just what I needed.
I reached under her
He was right and I knew it, but fuck him. This was my heyday. I was going to fuck, drink, smoke, and knock as many motherfuckers out as I could while I was young. Somehow, I remained calm.
"Can I go to practice now?"
"Get the fuck out of my sight. I'm tired of looking at you anyway." He stomped off toward the field.
I walked inside nice and pissed off. Maybe that was his plan.
I stalked to my locker. Everyone else was already on the field. I rammed my fist into the cold metal. It dented, but not without stinging the shit out of my knuckles. My hangover was gone. All I felt was rage now.
"Well, well, my favorite All-American boy."
I turned around and saw Sarah. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She was in a sports bra and short workout shorts. Her blonde hair ran down to her huge fake tits her dad had bought her. Her tan stomach called for my tongue. She leaned against the lockers with her arms folded, squeezing her tits together.
I had to play it cool, even though I'd fucked her a hundred times already.
"I have practice. No time to fuck."
"That's too bad." She pulled her sports bra over her head and her tits sprang free, high and calling for my mouth. Her pink nipples grew hard when the cool draft from the vent above rushed over them. My cock grew in my shorts, noticeably.
"You don't wanna fuck with me right now. I'm not in the mood for bullshit."
She walked over slowly, rubbing on her firm tits that barely bounced.
"Maybe I want it rough." She lingered by my ear and ran her hand across my stiff dick over the fabric of my shorts. "I was gonna let you fuck my asshole this time too."
My cock surged against her palm. I lost control. I stood and shoved her up against the lockers. She moaned, licking her lips. I gripped her tits hard, planting my mouth on her nipple, teasing it with my tongue before biting down on it.
I flipped her around, her breasts shoved hard into the cold metal. I fisted her hair and yanked her neck back to feast on it. "You want me to fuck this tight little asshole?" I growled in her ear.
She gasped.
I reached down and ran my hand over her pussy, feeling how hot and wet it was through her skin tight workout shorts. I yanked them below her ass, revealing two tan ass cheeks. One of them had a pair of red lips tattooed on it. I was going to do more than kiss her ass.
This bitch liked it hard and I had some anger to release before going out to practice. I needed to clear my head so I could focus. I rubbed her pussy hard, teasing her clit in circles. God damn she was so fucking wet. I spit on my hand, letting it mix with her juices as she stroked my cock through my shorts.
I teased my fingers around her tight, puckered asshole and she breathed heavily into the lockers, sending a light fog across the surface.
"Fuck!" She gasped as I worked a finger in.
"You are one dirty little cunt."
She nodded in agreement.
I nibbled down her collarbone as I worked another finger in and felt her tight asshole squeeze around my fingers.
"You just want it straight in the ass, don't you? No fucking around."
"Give it to me, bitch."
I pulled my fingers from her and smacked her on the ass. The sound echoed off the lockers. She whimpered, but I knew she loved it. She always loved it.
I gripped her hair and yanked my shorts around my thighs. She reached back for her ass and spread her cheeks for me like a good little whore. I lined my stiff prick up with her asshole, gaping and wanting.
I yanked her ear back to my mouth. "Tell me what you want."
She shook her head, teasing me. The rage coursed through my veins.
"Tell me!"
She squealed. "I want you to fuck my asshole."
"That's right, bitch."
I eased into her asshole slowly. Everything was right with the world as I felt her around me. Tight and wet, squeezing on my cock. It was just what I needed.
I reached under her
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