Soccer Pre-Game

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It was an hour before Louis had to start playing soccer. You were laying in the hotels bedroom, stretched out over his bed. Louis walked over to you and sat down on the bed, his fingers tracing up your bare thighs. You had nothing but one of his shirts and panties on, and Louis gave you a soft smile, kissing you. You dropped the magazine you were holding and you cupped his face in your hands, allowing entrance into your mouth. His tongue slipped in gingerly, brushing yours briefly before he began to unbutton the blue shirt. He pulled it off your shoulders and your body was immediately cold. His fingers danced up your skin to your breasts, leaving goosebumps. Louis unhooked your bra and pulled off his shirt, pressing his bare chest to yours. His skin was warm, and he kissed your neck. His fingers began to rub your panties, making you bite your lip as Louis slipped out of his shorts quickly. He hovered above you and he grinded his erection onto you. You took your hand and placed it onto the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, but his lips brushed yours briefly before he pulled away. He grinned and he pulled off your panties, rubbing your clit with precise movements. He must have knew you were close when he stopped, stripping down to nothing and kissed just below your bellybutton and nipping softly before kissing his way up to your breasts and then your face. You felt his hard shaft enter you, causing you to moan. You felt your shoulders tense and then relax as his length began thrusting in and out, his hips moving perfectly. He groaned. “Ohh, you’re so tight…” You moaned and dug your nails into his back, feeling your high coming quickly. Your back arches and your toes curl, moans escaping your lips. “Louis, oh, fuck…you’re so good…” He doesn’t last much longer and he releases his load. He collapses in bed next to you, his fingertips dancing over your cheeks. “I love you,” he says and lets out a heavy breath. “Come shower with me,” he says and pulls you with him into the bathroom, smiling mischieviously.

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