Yankee Fan Kelsey’s Secret Solo Pleasure Sessions

We had gone to college together and played on the school’s club soccer team. So far, the day could not have gone any better. The last thing I wanted to do was look like a total idiot in front of this woman. I know she heard me, but she was playing dumb. I kept trying to find flat ground or a place where we could have each other but she abruptly stopped. It was sloppy and her rhythm, pace and pressure were extraordinary. She knew what I wanted, and she was happy to oblige. We practically sprinted through the last exhibit towards the exit sign. With each thrust, she moaned. I realized I was rougher than I meant to be and right before I could open my mouth to check if she was ok, again, she just smiled; eyes slowly rolling back in her head in total bliss.