She pushed back against me and panted softly. Milf sex After weeks, months of training, losing, winning, shields, matches, we were the champions. It was like the first time I had sex with him, in the changing rooms, where he hadn’t cared about me, but this time it was the opposite – this was passion, not just wanting sex, wanting him, but needing it- like oxygen, like air. The ball buried itself in the right top corner. “Thank fuck” he grinned and pulled me away before pulling my top up again, gently, smoothing his fingers over the place where my skin, the pale half-moons of my breasts met thin fabric. Dave took a step forward, hesititated, and sent the ball sailing towards the net, but his hips had been open – the goalie misjudged, a mistake I had never made, and he feinted right.
