Gab lounged on his couch after another intense training session with Soanna, his childhood friend and unbeatable sports partner. At 1m83 with long brown hair streaked in gold, he matched her athletic edge perfectly—she stood at 1m73, blonde locks straight and flowing, blue eyes sparkling with that signature tease. Their trust ran deep, forged on fields and tracks where they pushed each other to win. But tonight, Instagram lit up with her message, shifting from workout banter to something sharper.
"So, Gab," Soanna typed, "truth or truth: what's the wildest fantasy you've never admitted? No holding back." He smirked, fingers flying. "Only if you go first, blondie. Don't chicken out on me." Her reply came quick and witty: "Fine, I fantasize about hot chats that leave me dripping wet without anyone touching me yet. Your turn—ever wonder about my ass in those tight shorts?"
The exchange heated fast, questions turning intimate as they traded barbs. "Would you rather give a blowjob mid-game or receive one?" she prodded. Gab fired back, "Only if it involves you panting my name, Soanna. But I bet your pussy gets wet just typing this." She laughed in voice note, voice husky: "Cocky as always, but you're the one getting hard imagining it. Let's meet—same gym, now. No excuses."
They arrived separately but collided in the empty locker room, tension snapping like a starting pistol. Soanna, strong and unyielding, pinned him with a glare. "You started this chat, Gab. Now prove it." She stripped first, revealing curves that made his cock hard instantly. He pulled her close, hands on her ass, but she took control, shoving him against the wall. "My rules, partner."
Soanna dropped to her knees, delivering a teasing blowjob that had Gab sweating and groaning. "Witty with words, but silent now?" she taunted between licks, her blue eyes locked on his. He flipped her onto the bench, fingers finding her wet pussy dripping with anticipation. "Horny much?" he quipped. She moaned, riding his hand, then guided his cock inside her, panting as they moved in rhythm.
The climax hit hard—they came together, cum spilling as she clenched around him, both sweating and breathless from the raw intensity. Soanna laughed, strong as ever: "Best game we've played yet, but don't think this changes our wins on the field." They dressed slowly, the air thick with promise.
As Gab headed out, Soanna's final text buzzed: "Round two tomorrow? This was just the warm-up."
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