My hands slip down his back, under his black t-shirt, and start to finally feel that soft skin. xnx After a few minutes I am fucking as hard as I can, and he pants with each thrust, an occasional moan of pleasure pushing me deeper and deeper. My stomach flips, suddenly nervous. He giggles, then asks how it feels. “Player 2! I bob up and down, deciding this is actually pretty good. WHAT? “Let’s go to my room,” I pant, sitting up and grabbing his hand. He stares at me for what seems life forever. I playfully glare at him as I try to make it look decent again. “OK Coach.” I wink. Brock’s mouth slowly curls into a grin as I speak, and by the time im sitting by him hes fighting back exploding from pure happiness. My fingers brush through his thick hair as
