Eight years later…It was the third quarter, close to a blowout. We were going to win. But I liked blowouts. They seemed funny to me. I watched the n...xt play intently as the quarterback dropped back to pass. He threw it quick and deep down the field. The crowd cheered as the defensive back intercepted the ball.“Welcome to Sports Center, bitch!” I heckled as loud as I could, laughing.I looked back to the top of the stairs, and I see a familiar face. She waved. All of a sudden, I had a stupid grin. Seeing I was more built then she was, I had no problem carrying her. She had obviously been prepared for this, because there was not anything on her desk, just a blanket had been laid out. There were a few unlit candles, she had put near her desk, and I took the liberty to light like five or six of them. She just sat on the desk silently watching me, light the candles. For a second or two I got lost in just looking at her, and burned my finger with the match. She quickly took my finger and. Wo toh mere lips ko khane lgi thi. Bahut hi jaldi hum dono nange ho gye thy. Usne mera lund dekha or kha waoo karan bahut bda or mota hai tera mza aayega aaj.Mera lund ki size 8″3 hai fnds. Maine use kha ye tera hi hai meri jaan. Fir usne mere lund mai honey lagaya or use chatne lgi buri tarah se. Mai toh pagal ho rha tha uski porn style mai lund chusai se. Aisa lag rha tha ki main jaldi out ho jaunga. Uske baad hum 69 position mai aaye or maine honey uski chut mai lagaya or hum ek duje ki. Way too hot for me, yet here she was, with her tongue down my throat. Hey, I wasn't complaining, what the slut wants, the slut gets. After a while of making out with her and touching each other right there in the middle of the dance floor (this place was filled with sex craved 18 year olds, I literally saw a guy finger a girl), she had to leave with her friend, some ugly chick who looked bored as fuck. She gave me her number and I found Giovanni sitting at our booth drinking a beer he'd bought.