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Date: 10/21/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

covered her bare legs almost to her knees. Her breasts jiggled under the jersey as she bounced on the couch with her hands in the air. I picked her up and sat her on my lap. With her legs spread and hanging on the outside of my thighs. She leaned her back in to my chest and moaned. “There is under two minutes left in the game,” I breathed in her ear as I slid one hand to her spread pussy and another to her breast. “Ohhhfuuuck,” she moaned. “When play stops, I’ll stop rubbing your pussy. Do not cum.” The game came back on after a commercial break. The referee dropped the puck, the clock started counting down and I started massaging Linda’s soaked pussy. The play went on for fifteen seconds, and then the whistle blew to stop the clock because of an off-side pass. The referee waited for the two players to come to the face-off circle, then dropped the puck, I began to rub Linda’s pussy again. Play went on for forty-five seconds, Linda was breathing harder. The whistle blew to stop play in the hockey game. Her team had iced the puck, to relieve the pressure their opponents were putting on them in their own zone. I stopped rubbing her pussy. The puck dropped again and the announcer informed everyone, that there was one minute left in the period. My hand began rubbing her pussy again. “Ohhhhfuuuck, Gil!” Linda cooed. Her body quivered slightly and I slowed down the rhythm of my hand. Thirty seconds had passed, Linda was breathing very hard. Fifteen more seconds passed and Linda was ... moaning out loud. The puck was shot in to the stands and the whistle blew to stop the clock. I removed my hand from in-between Linda’s legs. “Good girl, only fifteen more seconds left,” I breathed in to her ear. She licked her lips and nodded her head in reply. When the play started again, I slid a finger over her swollen clit and rubbed it ever so gently. The final fifteen seconds elapsed, the whistle blew and the siren signaled the end of the game. I rested my hand on her thigh and waited. Linda slowly came down from her state of arousal. “Ohhhhh, that was incredibly hot, thank you,” she panted. She took another cold shower and we went to bed. Day five, Tuesday. I woke up to Linda sucking my cock, a few minutes before the alarm was going to go off. She licked, sucked and nibble on my swollen head. A moan escaped me. She took my cock deep in her throat and looked up at me. Her hand massaged my balls. She slowly pulled her head back and stopped when she had the head of my cock in her mouth. Her other hand started pumping the thick shaft of my cock. I felt my balls tighten. Linda squeezed the shaft tighter and bobbed her head faster. I shot my load in her mouth. She sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock, looked up at me and said, “Good morning.” “Mmmmm, yes, good morning,” I moaned. We showered and had coffee together, before we headed out. I dropped her off at her office and headed to my work. I called Linda at seven-thirty that evening, to let her know that I would ...