My hands roaming over her back, pulling her t-shirt up, frantic in my desire to feel her bare, naked flesh against mine, moving down between her legs ...o rub her pussy through the material of her jeans as she pushes back against my hand, moaning in my mouth as still we kiss, almost devouring each other in the pure animalistic desire and passion. The taxi stopping, noticing that we are outside her home, throwing money at the driver and grabbing my bags in our haste to get inside as we practically. Making love with Anastasia again was so much like jumping into the same pool again. She remembered her friend's smells and scents so well. The roll of her white flesh. The slightly thickened lips and the flattened face. The smoothness of her vagina: its folds intricate and beautiful, the curled blonde hair thick and luxurious. Her buttocks into which her fingernails sunk in so deep. And Anastasia, as always, was expert in pushing Zee to the limits of her passion. How could a tongue, teeth and. That was the second practice of the day, and we had spent at least half of the time doing running. I took off my cleats and headed for the locker room. Since I was a new member of the team, my running fitness was a little bit below par, but my overall physique was among the best on the team. Long sessions at the gym over the past years had given me a body better than Beckham in his prime. I had a wide back, large shoulders, and a perfect chest. However, what really set me apart, was my abs. Not. His touch, his body against mine, everything of him. Then his hands moved under my shirt and I felt his fingers on my nipples. I want him now. We moved to the bed and I felt him getting really horny. We were about to take our clothes off till my phone rang. It was my bestie Britney. “Hello?” “ZOEY!!! Where the hell are you? You better come to the party, the good part is about to start. HURRY!!!!” she said rushing me. “Okay okay I am on my way. See ya in a bit,” I said as I hung up. I.