Chapter 115: Grab My Hair [18+]



[#netori #lockerroom #blowjob #sweaty #hardcore #tomboy #secret]

"OHH! CHRIST!" RAFEL MADE SOME SOUND in the back of his throat.

Cora kissed his cock again, and he swelled the more in her face. The game had left his sweaty all over, and the locker room was humid enough that his body hadn't dried yet. He stood in his pristine Jordans, shorts and underwear at his ankles, with the most stunning set of eyes worshipping his little brother below.

"I have never seen a man's penis this closely. And certainly not one so fat. You are endowed, Israfel." As she spoke, Cora rubbed her cheek into his pointed nosh. 'You have seen a man's cock this closely before. . .my cock," Rafel wanted to say, 'problem is you don't remember.' He swallowed on his words.

Cora licked the area above his straining erection. The juncture just below his navel. She pushed up his drapey tanktop and he held it up. Her delicate hands gripped at his manly thighs. "Mhmm." Cora moaned, rubbing her face deeper into his groin. She dipped under, smearing his balls in her face, and Rafel shivered standing.

"You are so big, so...juicy. Oh god!"

Cora swiped out with her tongue and began licking on his dropping sack with slow roves of her tongue. Rafel was patient with her, even though he gritted his teeth. His fingers dug into his palms, white from clenching too damn much.

Cora sucked in his balls, and Rafel saw the light.

"Deus Mio!" He chanted in Valhallan.

Her mouth worked his testicles slow. He was hung with the saliva from her tongue and the sweat glinting of his skin. Cora released his scrotum with a pop and whimpered when his shaft slapped against her face. She inhaled Rafel with her nose.

"Oohhum," she opened her mouth and took him in.

The back of Rafel's head hit the silver surface of his locker behind. His growl was animalistic.

"Cora, someone could walk in. You don't have to."

SLURP! SLURP!

Cora gobbled him up. Her throat loosened and he went in deep. She held him a second and released him, bouncing and glistening with trails of saliva to her lips. Her gloss was smeared on his crotch. She gazed up at his long, giant body, catching her breath and kissing his rippling abs.

"How can I not?" She licked circles on his torso. "Your body is wonderfully male. The body of a god."

"OGGL!" Cora dived again for his slimy shaft, his engorged member, his sinful pipe. Her cheeks swelled with accommodating his size. Rafel still kept his hands to his locker, afraid to touch her. Cora released him again, only breaking contact to gasp out the words;

"Grab my hair, Israfel. GRAB MY FUCKING HAIR!"

Rafel needed no further drive. He touched her soft platinum waves. The strands were damp under his palms. He admired the blue in them, turning her head the left way to study her boyish fade and the swell of her mouth with his heavy cock. Cora was on her knees and let him use her.

"Oh god. Oh fuck. I'm coming, Corazón. Take it, take all of it, you whore."

He slid out wetly from her lips, moving to jerk himself off. But Cora grabbed him with her own hands, pumping his hard length. The veins lining his thick cock bulged; she felt the rich blood running in it. "Oh Corazón." She milked out the fresh seed from him onto her face the second time. Rafel poured into her hair, her hands, and open mouth.

His seed was hot as it slid down her neck to her naked, perky breasts.

Rafel smacked the boobs and pinched her nipples.

She emptied his balls.

Rafel was still shuddering, recovering from the shockwave of orgasming his mind the fuck out when Cora let go of his shiny shaft.

With a small shove, she pushed him down to the floors of the locker room.

"Stay!" She held up her finger and climbed down the bench. Rafel was on his back, his penis still jumping on his abdomen. He watched as Cora moved for him. She stepped over him in her sneakers, placed each of her gazelle legs on either side of him, and in the intensity of his amber eyes, she dropped her athletic shorts. Her underwear was a soaked thing. She dropped that too.

Then she made a small squat over Rafel's body and he was staring up at her damp, perfect slit, thinking of how he would just love to creampie that pussy when the trickle started.

"I know you were thinking about me in the bathroom, so how about I give you a better view," Cora whispered, pissing over him.

As she grabbed a tissue to dab at herself, Rafel lurched up, grabbing her long legs to smell her ass. Cora allowed him to his devices a moment. She pulled up her panties and shorts. Rafel dragged her down for one final liplock. But Cora turned her face away. Rafel chuckled.

"I'm still not your type, huh?"

Cora stood straight. "Yes."

"Really? After blowing. . .and pissing on me? Do I get to ask why?" Discover exclusive tales on m,v l'e-novelhall.net

Cora paused by the door out the locker room. Just before walking out, she flipped back. "—because of my girlfriend."

"What the—"

Rafel quickly arose when he heard approaching footsteps. He had just pulled his shorts back on, just in the nick of time, when a group of boys came strolling in, laughing and totally unaware. They gave Rafel the manly pats and he fistbumped with them. Lockers slammed and nude boys in towels hit the showers.

As the tropical fragrance of liquid soap hit him, Rafel couldn't help thinking that the janitor was in for a surprise this evening—how the hell did female urine end up on the floors of the boys locker room?

He quickly found a mop before the first jock could step out of the shower.