The macho festival, fueled by beer and testosterone, where men believe they are all MVP's and women should worship them as gods. I don't have any idea...how many women are abused by men after this high point of American sport but I know I'm am not the only victim of their excess.My husband and son had organised for a group of friends to watch the game in our new family room but at the last minute my husband managed to get a ticket through a friend. He called his buddies and cancelled but allowed. “Bet that’s made you really hard hasn’t it slut?” she smiled. “Yes Miss,” I groaned and I clenched my teeth trying not to cry out again. “Then show me,” she commanded and she grasped me by the hair and pulled my head and body back still pinning my palm with her heel. My cock stood proudly upward before her jutting from its bed of dark trimmed hair. The shaft was glistening with perspiration and the swollen head was already dripping with pre cum. She lifted her foot and I pulled my sore hand. He thinks he's smarter than the council, and if you don't believe it, just ask him. He's not the first arrogant young punk city manager we've had and probably won't be the last one. Believe me, I've seen a lot of them go through in forty years." It would be nice if he found a job somewhere else," Emily said. "And sooner, rather than later. I honestly don't think he's been doing all that great a job, and that's not just my reaction to him being cranky. But it's not good for the council or the. .. cupping your balls in my left hand... grabbing your man muscle with my right, I begin stroking, slowly ... firmly... you squirm around a bit...gently tugging your balls, tugging your meat, I lean closer, you feel my hot breath between your legs as I ask " does my baby want to cum " " God yes" you reply. "Does my baby have a big fuckin' load for me ?" " Fuck.. the biggest". Your knob is shiny with precum now. I kiss the very tip, As I look up at you, precum strings from my lips to your knob..