Just got home from the shittiest practice of my life. Coach rode my ass for two hours straight about my "lack of focus" - bitch, my pussy was still throbbing from last night and all I could think about was how good it felt when you had me bent over the couch, your cock pounding me until I couldn't breathe. Maybe if she got fucked like that more often, she'd understand why my mind wanders during fucking drills.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else on the team notices how my eyes glaze over when I'm remembering the way you bite my lip or how you make me beg for your cum. They just see the tough soccer player, but all I can think about is how badly I need your hands on my tits and your tongue between my legs.

Fuck, now I'm wet just typing this. Hurry home and remind me why soccer isn't the only thing I'm good at.