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The rain crashes down on hands already dripping hair. The clouds threatened a storm that she hopes would stay away for at least another hour. She watches him dancing across the field as she does every Saturday morning, the promise of so much pounding in his young legs. Of course, socer had never been her idea. It was his dad's, But then where was his dad? As usual, all talk and finger pointing at Anne and no actual substance. She
cheered Johnny. Of course she did. He was her son and she was proud of him whatever he did, even if she didn't understand the rules of the game. He was kicking the ball and he seemed to be getting past everyone else, So that was good, right. She sure hoped so, because she was cheering as loud as her lungs would allow. Seeing his final strike at the ball and watching it majestically strike the back of the net just filled her with so much joy her chest felt
like it might burst. Jumping up and down on the spot, she didn't notice the rain pouring down her face and shirt slipping as she landed in the mud. She managed to save herself from falling face first with an outstretched arm. However, the mud did managed to cover her arm, coat and shirt. Despite the mud, despite the rain, she was still gleefully unaware when the whistle blew and the children filed off
the pitch toward the changing rooms. As the parents moved away to find cover from the rain, knowing it would be at least another hour of team showers and whatever else they did in the den of their changing rooms, and stood alone on the field, turning her gaze met the familiar brown eyes of her ex husband. Suddenly all her relation was gone. His lips curled into a strained smile that she had once found so sexy, but now it just reminded her of the crawel that lived behind
that fake smile. Did they win, he asked, his eyes tracing the mud over her wet shirt. They did, and Johnny scored the winning goal. She said triumphantly. Oh good, tell him I was here all the time, Chris. I'm not getting dragged into your lines with Johnny. He was bad enough when we were together, she responded, her mood dropping as her anger rose. Without warning, his hand lashed out and grabbed her hair tightly. You always were a
selfish bitch. Won't lie to Johnny, won't lie to the cops, So he's about just you and your fucking morals, he bit out, twisting her hair painfully, and from nowhere, a hand appeared, grabbing Chris's arms as a deep voice said, let the lady go. Chris sneered as he turned to face the young man that stood next to him. Say nothing. He just released his grip and walked away, spitting at
the ground as they both watched him return to his car. Eventually, she simply said thanks to the young man, suddenly embarrassingly aware of how messy she looked. She had actually tried to dress up before the soccer game to day, but now all her effort was gone, as she looked like she had been dragged across the field through the mud. I'm Jewles, I run the Rising Stars program, the resonant voice echoed through her body. His sparkling blue eyes bored
into her. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the intensity of the chemistry that sparked between them, and could only whisper I'm an Johnny's mum, a blush spreading over her body. You look like you need to dry off. You know the kids will be a while before they get out of the changing room, every word dripping with the promise of pleasure as he spoke and just nodded in response, her mind too confused to form coherent sentences. Following him across the fields, he led them into a small room
set away from the grass. It seemed to be some sort of office. Come therapy room, your office, she managed, watching him move behind her in the full length mirror on the wall. Yeah, and I do physio for the club. When it's needed, he whispered in her ear from behind, as his hand slid her coat off her shoulder. The heat of his body pressed against hers through her wet clothes, his breath seeming to Caressn's neck, sending a shudder of
long forgotten anticipation through her body. Without moving his head, his breath seemed to develop a mind of its own, caressing the nape of her neck, immersed in the pleasure of his distant caress. Her eyes closed of their own accord, hiding the sensations moving through her nerves. As his fingertips slide her coat on her arms, a torrent of goosebumps are rubbed from behind his touch. Trying to resist the desire already flaming in her core, and boils her hands
into fists. His fingers discovered the soft flesh on the inside of her forearms, slowly moving lower, and can only bite her bottom lip to suppress a moan. She never realized her skins could be so sensitive, the combination of the chill from the earlier rain and the sensuously warm touch of his fingers forcing her desire higher feeling. The weight of her coat dropped from her body and shivered as a kiss of breeze pressed against the wet material of her shirt, the mud making it cling tighter to
her breast. She dared not open her eyes, as it might only confirmed how erect her nipples were, the sensation swirling inside her firm nubs only betraying the aching between her thighs. As he opened his lips to whisper again, the caress of his breath feawling images of just where Anne needs his lips to be. Right now, I have a washer oute back for my kit. Let me take your shirt and wash it so we'll be clean for when Johnny is done. That voice resonates through Anne's body.
Oblivious to the words, Anne can only nod enthusiastically at the fantasies running through her mind. Right now. With a firm gentle, his fingers slid through the buttons in her shirt, a brief sensation of her shirt tightening as he slowly maneuvers each button, and then relaxing, forcing her nipples to grow hard under the shirt. Stinging kiss bolts of electricity shoot from her nipples down her abdomen, finding the beating
pulse of her desire with disconcerting ease. Each and every button is painfully and slowly released, each and every button sending more and more bolts of pleasure through a body already and can fill the gentle clutching inside her with the anticipation of the pleasure she might enjoy as he he slides a damn shirt over her skin, the trail of it causing a wave of trembling delight to move up and down her body, her naked flesh tingling at this cool air, kissing every inch as his fingers move
the soft material down her body. Her teeth bite a little harder into her bottom lip as she feels his finger tips dance over the soft flesh of her breast, tracing her gentle curves through the lace of her braw the desire burning so intensely her core muscles tense and
release in desperate need. The muscles in her thighs tensing as if trying to control the wet ache that teases between her thighs, her whole body tensing and expectant desire as his fingers guided the damn shirt down her back, forcing her spine to arch as the cold caress moves
over the smaller her back. His fingers just seemed to linger there in response to her obvious ache as a shirt falls from her body, only the lace of her brow covering her rebellious nipples, which, despite her best efforts, just seemed to pulse with need, a need she fills deep within her core, the cool air embracing her almost naked torso, the sudden onsalt of intense sensations forcing a whimper from her lips. He felt so close, but somehow
he now felt physical closer. The hard pressure on the small of her back as he slides his fingers through the waistband of her jenes creating a new focus for her imagination. She is completely oblivious as her jeanes are loosened, her mind completely focused on the throbbing erect cock pulsing against her back. Without thinking, she steps out of her genes as they become a crumpled pile around her ankles, leaving her thighs parted in a welcome invitation for his
beautifully strong fingers to explore deeper more intimately. The cool breeze seems to find itself along the inside of her thighs, gently kissing at the soft material of her pan tees, sending a tremble of desire along her folds, her thighs tensing tightly as his fingertips move along the edge of her panties, sliding just a little inside the material, slowly, artfully moving along her outer fALS, the teasing sensation forcing Anne to push her head back against his shoulder, resting
on him as a trembling in her pussy grows, pressing her ass back against his hard cock in desperate need. The sensation of his firm length moving between her cheeks, so painfully delightful, so agonizingly enticing a gentle rumble pulses
through his chest, resonating against Anne's back. She can Picture's cock sliding between her cheeks and her mind, every delicious inch sliding up and down, so agonizingly slowly, despite his fingers either side of her panties, caressing the entire length of her folds, the dampness of her feminine desire caressing the inside of her thighs, almost as if she could fill his warm, damp lips caressing the inside of her thighs, his teeth biting gently, stingingly on their soft flesh, the
heat moving higher through her body desperately and moves against his fingers trying to will them inside a aching pussy. Despite his obvious need, he resists her attempts, continuing to massage her folds gently, even when his fingers discover her clid, gently sliding his hood back to expose to the breeze, forcing a moan from Ann's lips. He continues to cress gently around it, somehow hinting at the pleasure that is
to come, forcing it higher, intensifying it. Anne's body tight with urgent need, Sliding his fingers back down the length of her fonts, caressing, teasing, he massages that spot at the back of her pussy firmly, creating a new wave of clutching to explode in Anne's pussy before he slices his fingers back up, pressing ever so lightly just inside a pussy, just on the edge of her neat. And when he explores her clit again, it is positively burning
with need, swollen and aching. The caress of his fingertip over her sensitive nub sending an avalanche of pleasure through her body. Her whole body tenses with the sensations flooding through her. Lazily, his fingertip circles her clit occasionally brushing over it, each caress, accentuating the pleasure in her body.
As he rubs her cleat between his forefinger and thumb, the delightful sting of desire shoots through her, a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure which Anne hasn't experienced before. Sliding his fingers slowly down her pussy, he finally pushes his fingers deep inside her welcoming lips, the very tip of his fingers massaging the walls of her pussy, defining
firm circles as he touches at one spot. Her desperate desire now a torrent of need, and places her hands either side of the mirror, pressing against the wall, pushing firmly against his cock that she knows must need satisfaction as much as her pussy does right now, feeling his hands move slowly over the globes of her ass massaging them firmly, as her tips of his trembling cock pushes slowly along her folds, achingly close to where Anne needs
it to be. She watches him in the mirror, his gaze intense with need as he slowly thrusts inside her. At last, Anne's lips stretch around his girth, feeling them slide along his length as he thrusts slowly and deeply inside her, the head of his cock pushing along the walls of her pussy, intensifying the sensations already inside her. She can do little else but moan loudly, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that has been tormenting her. Every
throbbing need in her body intensifies. His hand slide up her naked back, gripping her shoulders tightly, pulling her back on her every thrust as he pushes deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Watching the burning intensity in his eyes growing as he thrusts into a wet, needy haven, accentuates a pleasure growing in Anne. His chest presses lightly along her back, and his hands grasp her breast, pinching her nipples roughly between finger and thumb as the thrusts of
his cock intensifies. Transfixed by his face, watching the movements of pleasure move over his face in the mirror, and pushes back against him, willing every thrust deeper. Dropping a hand from the wall, she slides it between her thighs,
pushing her clit against its hardcock. Every thrust of his cock, pushing intensely along her clit as he fucks her deeper and deeper, harder and harder, and tries to control the orgasm rising through a body, moaning loudly as she tries to resist the hers to just let it explode, as she feels him tense against her, his face gripped him pleasure as he growls, his body shaking as his warm stream of comet rubs in her pussy. She feels her own body clutching wildly at him desperately as her orgasm
finally explodes through her body. Pulling out, he turns her quickly, seating her on his desk as he drops to his knees, lifting Anne's legs over his shoulders as he hungry flicks at her pussy, sucking her still throbbing clit, biting it, dragging it between his tongue and teeth, watching him in
the mirror, eating her pussy like a voracious animal. Orgasm continues to grow, intensifying with every touch of his lip, his mouth, his teeth, and clutches at his hair as she rocks her pussy against him, The stubble on his chin now forcing new sensations through a body. Her legs tightened on his shoulders, pulling him hard against her needy folds. As her orgasm explodes through a body again, trembling from head to toe with a wave of pleasure, she cries
out in satisfaction. Closing her eyes, she can only gasp at the whirlwind of orgasm moving up and down her body. It might have been just minutes that past, maybe longer. Before she opened her eyes again, Jewles repeated the question, so shall we wash your clothes as he held her gaze in the mirror, his hands resting protectively on her shoulders.
Although waking from her fantasy, she could still feel the desire trembling through a body, smiling at yours in the mirror and whispers, only if you help me get out of them. So I hope you've enjoyed that, that little dirty little story. That's dirty little story. That's what we need. But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is devil in wild, wishing you solacious dreams, space and at the apt things. Apt and Picat adapted