Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

imagine 7.

      His fingers slid inside of me with ease, as I absorbed all of his slight strokes.

    "Ohh Rafffinha, we shouldnt be doing thisss.." I hiss with lust as he sucked on my lady part as if it was a lollipop.

    "No one will find out." He replied, sitting up straight and removing his joggers. In one swift movement, he grabbed the condom and unwrapped it savagely.

    Staring at his chisled v -line and his halfway untied joggers made the need for him to be inside me become more aggressive.

   After he finally got open the condom, he removed his joggers and boxers hungrily, then grabbed me by my waist and shoved himself into me(.

  It was so sudden, that it did hurt for a second, but the pain wore away. This wasn't my first time, but its been a while since I last had intercourse, and lets be honest, compared to my last, Rafinha was quite small. The thought of this made my face turn red and a slight chuckle escape my lips as he tried to thrust into me harder.

His tender lips met my breasts and he sucked on them, but not as hard as the last one who did. From my breasts he moved to my neck, and even there, he wasn't as nearly as enjoying as my last. I was starting to get bored with him,he was eye candy to a gal at first sight, but horrible in bed.

  Sewat beads formed on his forhead, and made him look somewhat sexier, but still didnt make up for his lack of satisying me.

  He makes eye contact with me for a slight second and I think he can tell I am not that into this anymore.

  Just as hewas about to pull out, we hear a knock at the door, and a very familiar voice sounds.

  "Tasha are you alone in there?" My boyfriend questioned from the other end of the dor, his accent thick and sexy, sexier than Rafinha's.

  Speaking of Rafinha, he and I look at each other one last time before I reply with a quick blind lie so he canget his clothes on and hop out the window in our bedroom.

   "I am just cleaning and tidying up a bit amor, just give me 10 minutos!" I lie.

  In no time does Rafinha scramble to get on his clothes, and heads out the window.

   "Later Tasha!" He whispered before jumping out.

   I sigh deeply as I slip on my clothes, and tidy up so it looks like we never fucked.

   After the room is clean, I notice a small crumbled up piece of paper laying on the bed where Rafinha once was 5 minutes ago.

   As I was about to read it, the door swings open and a fuming Neymar struts in.

   "Neymar? whats wrong?" Seeing him so upset gave me guilt because I just fucked his teammate even though it wasnt very good. I decided to cheer him up.

  I walk over to him, and start kissing his neck. I hear deep groan  of satisfaction from underneath his breath.

  He grabs me and plops me onto his lap

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