Fifty Shades Of The Boys

Fifty Shades of Payne

Fifty Shades of Payne; Story

Moans stumbled rapidly from your lips as he thruster harder. Your nails clung to his back as you urged him to go deeper.

You watched his face, concentrated. Sweat was drooling down his forehead, and dribbled down his features.

You leaned in, pressing hard your lips against him. You were still in shock- this couldn't be happening.

Here you were being pounded into, on the floor by your soccer coach.

You couldn't be blamed. Coach Payne was the reason for all the girls in the team to reach climax. You've always heard girls gush about how attractive he was, and all the things they'd do, trying to tease him. Yet again, they all complained.

They all were frustrated by the way Coach Payne handled the situation. He found no arousal in the other girls - they were too easy.

He had his eye caught on the one who made no effort in trying. You.

You ripped up your thoughts as he began to slam into you. Finally.

His hips rolled, as he have you - ecstasy. An orgasm left your body, trembling. He nipped at your collarbone.

You moaned loudly and catching his hard jaw between your teeth. You covered the area in harsh lovebites. That should give the girls something to talk about, when they see him over the weekend.

A loud grunt escaped his lips. You nearly slipped out of his reach. He rammed deeper into you, with such force you were gasping for air.

You both screaming, a sex stained melody.

He rolled his hips, deep into you, inserting all the nectar left inside him.

He leaned in, kissing you wildly. His tongue deep inside your mouth. Your hands held onto the back of his neck, tangling your tongues.

You felt a littel poke.

Round Two, with Coach Payne..