Then in slid a fingerNot one, two…but three.Her wetness surprisedEven her just a bit,And back moved her fingersOver her clit.She continued the rhyth...,Inside and out.Biting her lip,To prevent a shout.But out came a sound,A long sexy moan,And she opened her eyesMaking sure she was alone.Satisfied in solitude,She continued her pleasure.In search of the moment,She surely would treasure.But it wasn’t enough,As her hips rolled and rocked.What she really needed, Was a warm stiff cock.She panted and. I jumped up but too late, Joss saw me before quickly closing the door, I heard footsteps move quickly down the hall. I pressed my still hard cock into my pants and moved after her into the living room. She was seated on the couch, head in hands as I came out. I started to apologize but she began first.“Mr. Olson, I’m so sorry. I—I shouldn’t have come into your room like that.” She seemed so apologetic, so flustered. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes wide, she had obviously never seen a dick before. The bed creaked as he grunted his passion.“You got such a tight cunt,” he groaned. “Oh, yes, yes. I’m going to spurt so hard into you. I’m going to fill you to the hilt.”I rubbed at my own pussy, a naughty thrill shooting through me as he grunted and groaned. His back arched as his face twisted with pleasure. I could see him getting closer and closer to firing his load.“Already?” I muttered, my fingers sliding into my hot, shaved pussy. Ripples of delight shot through me. “You wouldn’t have. But don’t forget your teammates. Most of them will be working just as hard as you. Maybe even harder.”“What do you mean, they might be working even harder than me. I’m not slacking off, and I even do my extra weightlifting when I get home after practice.”“Oh, I know all that, Tim. And I’m proud of you for working so hard. But remember, with everything coming so easy for you, others will have to work that much harder just to stay up to potentially reach their highest level, which I’m sorry to.