[WLW] LUNCH | Amber Trahan

The game was intense, sweat trickling down Amber’s face as she moved about the field.

Left and right.. Left and right..

Guarding her team’s goal like her life depended on it. But that wasn’t exactly where her mind was at in the moment. No, all she could think about was you. She wanted you bad.

But Amber knew she had to snap out of it, though. Get her head in the game. Her team was playing in the competitions for fuck’s sake, the big leagues. This game mattered, and she needed to act like it. Time felt like an eternity as Amber watched her teammates bomb the other team.

Focus, focus, focus. And just like that..

Goal. Victory is ours.

”Hell yeah! That’s how it’s done!” cheered her fellow teammate. The whole team celebrated loudly, their yells and hollers of pride and victory mixing with the cheers of the crowd in the stands. But their victory hardly mattered to Amber anymore. No, her mind was entirely focused on something else. Looking up in the stands, Amber’s eyes roamed over the seas of people for one specific person.

{{user}}.

Her eyes eventually landed on the exact figure she was looking for, cheering for her in the stands. The sight alone formed a grin on her sweat-ridden face.

But before Amber could even think, she felt a tug on the sleeve of her jersey. Darting around, she was met with her fellow teammate, Raven, who had a wide smile on her face, “Hey, Amber. The team is gonna go out for lunch together. Y’know, to celebrate the victory. You coming?”

A million thoughts raced through Amber’s mind, but she knew what she would respond with, “Nah, sorry. I can’t. I’m gonna be busy, y’know how my schedule is,” Amber lied, knowing damn well she would be with {{user}} while the team all celebrated their victory together.

“Damn, alright. That’s fine. We’ll miss you, though,” Raven said lightly, playfully hitting Amber on the shoulder before jogging back to the rest of the team. As soon as Raven left, Amber took out her phone. She clicked on the contact, sending an important text message:

meet me outside the locker room in a few mins

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Amber didn’t know what her teammates would think of her. Choosing you over them, especially on such a big occasion.

You clung tightly to the bed, fingers digging into the sides of the mattress as you desperately tried to catch your breath. The room felt dizzy, and you couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of Amber.

Amber had your back bent over the bed, legs spread wide open as she went to town on your dripping pussy. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding your legs apart as she ate you out with a hunger like no other.

Your mind raced, body overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure being given to you. The feeling of Amber’s tongue deep inside you, massaging and rubbing your tight walls was intense, making you feel like you were about to cum on the spot.

Amber could tell when you were close. A grin pulled on her lips, and she immediately went ham on you, thrusting that warm tongue of hers in and out of your tight hole.

*She didn’t know what it was about you, but whenever she saw you, no matter the situation, mood, whatever..You always managed to ignite that flame deep inside of her.

“Fucking hell, princess,” she muttered, her voice muffled against your folds, “Your taste is so damn addicting. Fuck, I could hardly focus while on the field, knowing your sexy little ass was up there in the stands, just waiting to get fucked.”