Jared Winslow swelled with pride as he trotted out behind his team for the first time. He felt as confident about this team as any he had before, and ...that was not a feeling he expected, but welcomed.The anthem and the coin toss were both a blur except for the fact he knew they were defending the ball to start the game. As the kicking taxi assembled on the field Brian Faraday looked over to Coach Winslow and smiled and they exchanged winks. "Under it all," Coach thought to himself, "that kid has. I was so hot and wet. He moved his thumb to my clit and slowly finger fucked me while teasing my clit. After a few minutes he moved down between my legs, never taking his finger out of me, and I felt his tongue on my pussy. He took his finger out for a moment and I felt he tongue dart in and out of my pussy before he moved up with slow kisses and licks, all the way to my clit. I groaned. ‘Yes, please, yes.’ All I wanted was to feel his mouth on me, feel his tongue tease my clit and make me. He handed a keycard to the coach and said, “Go in to Room 127. Text when you shut the door, but don’t put the latch on.” The dance instructor shot back, “Okay!” Ced got the text. He exited the vehicle. When Ced opened the door the coach was sitting on the couch that was in the room. Ced announced, “Let’s have another drink.” The older coach slurred, “I’m already lit. I don’t need another. Plus I really gotta get back to my girls.” “Oh I feel you. Well, I can’t drink in public. Let me get one. She wanted me, and only me; and I trailed my lips up and down her long legs, prolonging my journey, basking in the moment of making love to her before dawn.I reached the back of her left thigh; I was once again assaulted by her scent. Unable to resist any longer, I asked her get up on her knees. Pushing her cheeks apart, I slid my tongue along her treasures.Her cry of pleasure was muffled by the pillow she was resting her head on.My cock jumped in appreciation and I began to relentlessly lick.