dancing queen 》david pastrnak [completed]

xxx. eastern conference round two game six

May 5, 2019

Em wakes up to the feeling of David's morning wood nestled in between her cheeks. She turns around and gets under the covers. She lowers down to his navel and pulls down the waistband of his briefs. She pulls his dick out and ticks the waistband under his balls. It's mostly hard but she strokes it to full hardness. She licks the tip and circles the head with her tongue before sucking on the head.

David groans in his sleep and turns to his back. Em goes in between his legs and grabs his dick again. She sucks on the head again before pulling off. She licks a fat stripe from root to tip. She then takes his dick back into her mouth and sucks on the head before slowly taking him down inch by inch. She swallows it down to the hilt and strokes what she can't reach with her hand. She starts going up and down on his dick, establishing a rhythm.

David finally awakens and opens his eyes. Hes sees the shape of Em face down, ass up under the covers and feels her hands and her mouth all over his dick. His hands go straight to her head and dig into her hair. She speeds up her movements on his dick and he starts thrusting up into her mouth.

After a couple minutes, his thrusts start getting sloppy, meaning he's getting close. She pulls off and gets up from under the covers, pushing them off to expose herself. She starts stroking his dick towards her face. All it takes is a few more strokes for him to come with a shout, painting her face.

He starts breathing heavily, coming down from his orgasm as she goes to the bathroom to wipe all the come from her face. She comes back to the room and gets into the bed with him, straddling his waist.

"That was a great way to wake me up," he smiles lazily, still in a post-orgasm haze.

"You deserved it after 2 goals last night, papí," she smiles, kissing him.

"And what about you?" he asks, his hands going down her back.

"Don't worry about me, baby. I'm not really feeling particularly sexy right now," she sighs, grabbing eye drops from the nightstand.

She puts some on her eyes before placing the drops down on the bedside table.

"So what can I do to get you to feel sexy?" he asks, grabbing her ass.

"Nothing baby. I'm just tired, my eyes are itchy, my back hurts, and I've been battling constipation. None of those things make me feel sexy," she informs him.

"Okay, so what do you want to do, today?" he asks.

"There's a few things we could do from our baby list like start thinking about names. We could also look at baby registry stuff and keep looking at houses," she replies.

"Alright let's start with the names. I like the names Reina, Ivanka, Matylda, and Sorina for a girl, and the names Jakub, Tomas, Adam, and David for a boy," he says, typing them down on his phone.

"Okay, I'm telling you right off the bat. If we have a boy, his name is not going to be David," she replies, causing him to groan.

"Why not?" he asks.

"Because I don't want my son to be a junior. I want him to have a unique name. What if he wants to play hockey. I'd doubt he'd appreciate not only having everyone expect him to be just like you, but it doesn't help if he has the same name as you," she explains seriously.

"You have a point there. Okay, no David then," he agrees, erasing David from the list. "What are your names?"

"Okay, so for girls names I like Rachel, Crystal, Arianna, and Yaritza. For boy names I like Jeremy, Randy, Anthony, and Ricky," she explains.