Kickoff

Football season has started once again, and it's that time of year for my soft wet pussy to start flowing every Sunday like Pavlov's Dog. I woke up early today to get all my chores done in time to be on the couch for Kickoff. Tony was already there, remote control in hand, waiting for his beer, popcorn, and blowjob. For any red-blooded American male, this is the ultimate fantasy. I made a fresh bowl of popcorn, cracked open a fresh brew, and with my skimpiest shorts on and a tiny tee shirt that my titties hung out of, I went to join him on the couch. Just the sight of these muscular monsters running full steam crashing into each other makes me wet and oh, so horny. Wishing I were in the locker room for a pre-game warmup, I gave my man a warmup instead. I plopped on the couch next to him, pulled down his boxers and filled my mouth with his hot throbbing cock. It was hard to keep my attention focused on what I was doing with the game going on, but my oral craving is always stronger than life, and within minutes I was running full steam crashing into Tony's body as I sucked him to orgasm. Once I tasted his performance enhancing precum I knew that this game was going to be over quick. I twisted my hand around his knob and worked my tongue and lips over his ball of a cock head until he suddenly lurched and exploded in my mouth. I felt his legs jerk and his stomach tighten as he spurted gobs of goo so hard that it hit the back of my throat. I caught every drop I could in my mouth, and then carefully licked up the rest of the whiteness and we both immediately began to relax into the game. That is until the next game started and I was hot and bothered and in need of a hot beef injection all over again. Poor guy, I wonder if he will survive without injury until the Super Bowl, some four months away!