Imagines

You Tortue Him (Colin Kapernick)

Today you were very horny. You wanted to do nothing but have long and extensive sexytime with your fiancée Colin Kapernick. But unfortunately for you all he was interested was getting to the meeting with his coach. What was worse was the fact he was dragging you along saying he needed you for support. Which you loved but didn't quite understand why because you didn't know anything about football you couldn't tell a touchdown from a home run.

Once the two of you were at the restaurant you just wanted to drag Colin somewhere private and ride, fuck and suck till one of you cried mercy. But instead you were here in this stuffy restaurant, sitting on the most uncomfortable booth seat known to man and bored listening to all this football stuff you didn't understand.

While you were sitting there dying of boredom a wild evil and inappropriate thought popped into your mind. You reached your hand under the table and placed your hand on his upper thigh, you ran your hand up to the zipper and unzipped it. You felt him tense under your touch and saw him looking uncomfortable and scared.

You reached your hand into his boxers and started stroking his dick lightly teasing him. You saw him clenching and unclenching his jaw which you thought was sexy and made you want him inside you more.

You picked up your speed a little but not so much to where what you were doing was noticeable. You palmed the tip for a while before going back to your stroke game.

You knew he was close to his climax from the way his eyes looked heavy. You kept stroking till he came letting out a relived sigh. You pulled your hand out of his boxers and zipped his pants back up for him.

While you two were walking out the restaurant you saw Colin giving you the evil eye. "What?" you asked innocently "You know what" he answered "well I told you I was horny" you said shrugging your shoulders "I'll make you pay for that when we get home" he said getting into the car. You just smirked not being able to wait till you got home. You just hoped and prayed that your body would be able to handle the beating in store.