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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... then you can fuck me tonight the way you want to." Those words burned in Brad's skull. They lingered there as Emily stood up, finally slipping her b*****r's cock out of her with a curious gaze at their junction. White, potent sperm peeked out from between her tiny lips. It slid down her leg as Emily hurried her b*****r to stand up and helped him back into his pads. They only exchanged a few words before Emily knew they needed to go. She tried to push him out the door but he shoved her against it, pinning her, still topless and admittedly powerless compared to him. He kissed her, hard. He was getting geared up to get back out on the field, his adrenaline red-hot from what had just happened. They kissed and their tongues entwined feverishly. Brad didn't want to go, and Emily didn't want him to leave. A door closing nearby grabbed both of their attention, somebody must have come looking for their quarterback. Emily pushed her b*****r out the door and shut it behind him. Leaning against it, she rolled her head backward lazily and did her best to take in what had just happened. Her entire body shivered and she only half-heard her b*****r's teammate urging him to say something to hype the team up. Time was lost to her, and Emily had somehow managed to get all her clothes back on and fix her hair before she felt her hand on the doorknob to leave. As she snuck out, Emily heard her b*****r shouting in the locker room: something about how they were going to go back out there and ...

... score a touchdown before the other team knew what hit them. She was powerless to keep the smile off her face. - "Where did you go?!" Emily's teammate said worriedly, trying not to call too much attention to her teammate who had suddenly appeared next to her after being gone for almost ten minutes. "I'm so sorry Megan," Emily answered, "I had the worst cramp in the world and I didn't want to make a fool of myself on the field." "Well at least you got here in time for the half, you better be ready!" Megan warned. "I'm much better now," Emily promised, praying that she'd done enough for her b*****r to help him get back in the game. Emily could still feel Brad's warm cum inside her and threatening to work its way out, no matter how much she tried to clean up before she'd put her uniform back on. The sticky sensation made her bite her lip and grin as she finally saw her b*****r emerge in front of his team at the tunnel nearby. They looked amped, there was an energy in the pack that Emily hoped meant they could do what it took. The thought that Emily had ridden her b*****r until he came and only she, of the tens of thousands of people there, knew the truth made her feel as special as she had when she saw the love in her b*****r's eyes not long before. In minutes, the game was back under way. Everybody's heart thumped as the offense made its way out on to the field for the first time, and with Brad lined up to take a snap, Emily thought her heart might explode. Her mind replayed the ...