Chapter 4

The second half of the match had started, but I was no longer thinking about soccer at all.

I was still sitting on Johan's lap, my soaked pussy pressed firmly against his massive, throbbing cock. The thin fabric of my panties was completely drenched, and I knew—he could definitely feel the wet heat leaking onto him. The evidence of my arousal was impossible to hide.

Johan's breathing had grown heavier, each exhale warm and ragged against my skin. His strong arms remained wrapped around my waist, holding me possessively in place as if he feared I might try to escape.…