Edging The Jock

Clover's got that premature trigger finger on the field, so Coach shipped him my way for some serious edging boot camp. I peel off his clothes slow, letting my pampering magic work its spell—soft touches, sweet whispers—easing him into a puddle of calm. Once he's loose, I crank up the pro moves to stretch his big finish out like taffy, building stamina one teasing stroke at a time. Yeah, it'll take sessions stacked like stadium bleachers, but this stud's landed in the right grip. Damn, I crave that cock flavor—every second I slide my hot mouth over a thick beast like Clover's? Pure bliss. Takes real willpower not to let him explode all over my perky little naturals and those puffy nips begging for a pearl necklace.