Sexy Blake Wheeler
Chapter 3
"I love music. I'm passionate about women's fight for equality in the..." I said as sexy Blake Wheeler put a finger to my lips.
"Shhhhhhhh. No talkie." he whispered as his finger slid from my lips and continued south making a tight turn at my breast as it circled my nipple. He hadn't asked my permission to do this but my eyes had signed a cheque the rest of my body was eager to cash.
"Are they real?" he queried as he grabbed a handful of boob and gave my lady part a firm squeeze. "Cuz...they're amazeballs."
I couldn't respond. I needed to catch my breath. No one had ever asked me that before. Were my breasts really that amazing? This guy knew just what to say to a woman.
Ho took his hand off my sweater puppet and grabbed the back of my head by the hair. He moved my head towards his stopping with our lips and inch apart. Our breath becoming one. I never wanted to smooch so badly in my life. He held me there for a bit longer and let out a quick laugh.
"You want this bad, hey?" he questioned, knowing the answer.
"Yes, sexy Blake Wheeler" I purred softly.
He moved in, biting my lower lip as I began to tremble. One hand doing slow circles on his chest as the other lay over the pads covering his sinewy thigh.
I couldn't take it anymore. I drove my tongue into his mouth, grunting loudly as I kissed him with every fiber of my being. We smooched intensely. I couldn't tell you for how long. I felt like I was floating outside of my body. I had never experienced intensity like this. My brain had completely shut down and I was relying on pure animal instinct. At some point during our make out session both of our shirts came off. The absolute unit, sexy Blake Wheeler, alternating from breast to breast, sucking them like a little baby. He knew that women love this and I was a woman. In our erotic frenzy we totally forgot that the door to our room was open, anyone walking by could get an eyeful of sexy passion.
"Hey guys" a voice boomed, snapping me back to reality.
I looked over and saw what looked like the zamboni driver or custodian.
"Hey, Phil. This is my teammate, Phil Kessel" sexy Blake Wheeler informed me.
Things were about to get real. Real nasty.
