Cheerleader practice has been getting to require winter clothing. It’s gotten very chilly, and I’ve begun to deck out in leggings and sweaters with a lot of room to move around. I guess it’s a good look for me, because one of the football players who has never been turned by my body was suddenly looking at me like he wanted to eat me up.
He caught me after practice the other day, and pulled me aside. He asked if he could take me out for a drink, which I accepted. It was great, but the sexual tension was killing me. Finally, I had enough. I all but climbed over the table to plant my lips firmly on his. I whispered that we should get out of there, and he breathlessly agreed.
Back in his car, he started driving, but I leaned over and undid his pants. I slid my mouth over his shaft, taking the entire thing down my throat. I sucked his cock hard and deep, cutting off my own air supply over and over, just to be able to pleasure him more fully. His moans and the occasional swerve told me that it was working. I just kept working, moaning and humming with his cock in my throat, letting every inch of my mouth and throat massage his dick. It wasn’t long before he was spurting jizz down my throat, and I was in heaven.