" there's no flags or referees in THIS league" she said, she grabbed me pulled me to her and pressed her lips against mine and i just grabbed her and ...caress her and began feeling all over her body. "I swear I wanna push you up against the wall and put my offense in your red zone" I said. We went behind the throws and she opened a door leading into a secluded room inside there was a couch a chair and a TV and a long NFL blanket on it. the old Monday night football theme played in the background. "I love the sun," he was trying to make small talk.I agreed. I listened to him recall a camping trip his family went on two summers ago. It was followed by discussion on some of his favourite bands which included some American. They were Canadian but I didn't correct him. During the whole conversation my eyes kept tracing back to the gigantic bulge in his far too small shorts. I could clearly see his fat, flaccid, cock laying on his massive balls like some over-grown slug."You like?" he asked. Her small fist felt amazing as she kept stroking my cock, pumping faster and harder with each stroke. I tried my best to act as if I weren’t receiving a hand job because, well, that would simply be awkward if we were to be caught. She could tell I was having a hard time keeping things subtle so she decided to up the ante. She began kissing my neck before looking around to make sure no one was looking. When the coast was clear, she leaned down and began silently sucking my cock, causing my eyes. She had never felt so alive or so horny in her life. As he forced himself down her throat she thought she might cum right there. She had never been big on blow jobs but she was loving this one. She took him deeper than she had taken anyone else. Then he pulled her away. Sara felt herself being pulled to her feet. He guided her over to the counter and boosted her up onto it. She suddenly had the vague thought about how dirty the counter probably was, but that made her even more excited. What she.