"Can you do it? I know if you were truly desperate you could."Her voice cut through him as he strained to control himself. He listened to her moans of...passion grow stronger and louder. Her voice echoed in his head; teasing him even more. He was ready to explode at a moments notice.She felt her climax build within her and her moaning and groaning grew into cries of passion. Her body flexed and tensed around his as her orgasm consumed her. Her spasms were just enough to drive him to the edge, but. By the time she released my spent cock, I had fresh paint on both of my cheeks.When her eyes met mine again, I gently pulled her to her feet to stand between my legs. I held eye contact with her as I nibbled and kissed her belly and ribs, and I made sure there was plenty of paint on her skin. At the same time, I worked her jeans open, and before too long, her jeans and panties joined my clothes on the floor.I took my time as I continued to gently nibble and kiss. More paint marked her skin as I. "Our coaches are limited in how much time they have to work with us. Does your old team do all those things?" You're right, your coaches can't instruct you in the winter and spring," I agreed. "No one says you guys on the team can't get together and work on your own. My old team meets weekly, starting after New Year's, and spend an hour and a half to two hours a week studying game film from last season. By the time it gets warm in the spring, we have studied every bit of film we have on us and. Perhaps her hearing was better than his. Maybe her sense of smell was much more acute. Whatever had happened, now he was faced with a dilemma.He rolled over and drew back a booted foot, planting it squarely in her torso, sending her breathlessly back to her makeshift bed. She coughed, panting as she tried to get her breath back. Stumbling to regain her feet while Kupper easily leapt to his, she made another attempt to blast air at him. This time he knew the motion and only the breeze on the.