I manage to stammer out the words “Master, I’m your bitch” amid the pounding thrusts into my worthless white mouth. You’re fucking me hard now... slamming into me, as the other man gives my face a good shagging. He withdraws briefly, evidently excited, and makes me lick off his pre-cum. I gulp it back before he turns round and sits on my face, forcing me to rim his dark arsehole. It’s hard to concentrate on eating out his anus with your continued thrusts, but I lick him out, getting him. ......that" she panted"you started it" I said as I sat there naked from th waist down, she sat on the floor catching her breath for about 15 minutes, I guess I knocked the wind out of her.I reached down and grabbed her arm pulling her to me and making her sit on my naked thigh. "let go" she said as I held her in place"ready for round two" I said with a grin"LET ME GO" she yelled"look you little whore you started this and now your gunna finish it" as I said it I took hold of her nipple and. I wanted to stick that whistle right where the sun did not shine and everyone would know when he farted. We lost one-nil, humiliated into the bargain; it only took the first match of the season to hate football all over again.Caked in mud, I trudged towards the changing rooms. With the conviction of a condemned man, I dreaded the inevitable post-mortem of recrimination. Seeing her in those hooped tights and patent black Doctor Marten boots, her legs looked like two golf clubs. An ensemble of. That's ok. I will get it cleaned." She didn't wipe off my cum from her chin, then I noticed how covered her fingers on her right hand were from jerking me off. It was a combination of pre cum and jizz. Then she stood up, leaving herself as she just as she was with her shirt and jacket still open showing off her nice tits with my cum running down them. "Why don't you get cleaned, dressed and we will have some dinner." She acted like nothing had happened between us. I stood up and headed.