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Finley slipped her jeans off and left them on the floor, now standing there in her boy shorts and sports bra, looking sexy.
“What are you thinking about now?” Finley asked as she pushed her hand inside her boy shorts.
“Oh, my God,” Molly let out.
“Want to watch the game still, or…”
“Get it,” Molly told her. “Now.”
“You sure? I think I’m okay right now.”
Finley’s hand was moving inside her underwear, turning Molly on as she watched.
“You can keep doing that if you want,” Molly said. “I… like… it.”
“You don’t want to do this yourself?”
“First down!” the announcer yelled. “Twenty-five-yard line. The Saints have no timeouts, so they need to move quick.”
Molly swallowed hard and reached for the boy shorts, pulling them down Finley’s legs as Finley pulled off her own bra. Molly leaned forward and kissed Finley’s stomach over and over again.
“Second and five,” the announcer said. “They’ve got to move fast.”
“You heard him; we’ve got to move fast,” Finley said.
Molly looked up at her and replied, “I was thinking we could go slow.” She kissed Finley a little lower. “And I could be on top again.”
“Yeah?” Finley asked.
Molly’s tongue circled around Finley’s belly button.
“First down at the seven-yard line. The Saints have thirty-nine seconds to score.”
“DoIonly have thirty-nine seconds?” Molly joked.
“If you touch me, I mightcomein thirty-nine seconds,” Finley replied.
“Let’s test that before we go into the bedroom.”
Molly lowered her mouth to Finley’s sex and began sucking, not wanting to waste any time.
“Oh, fuck,” Finley said and moved her hands behind Molly’s head.
Molly had learned now how to touch her, how to suck on her and lick her, flick her, and move inside her to make her come. Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken her all that long. Finley usually came very fast and was ready for a second one not long after that. Molly wasn’t sure if it was because she was that good or because Finley’s body just worked that way. She chose to believe it was because Finley’s body responded to her, and Molly was made to make love to this woman.
“Fifteen seconds, and it’s third down on the three-yard line.”
“Oh, it’s more than third down here,” Finley said. “Yes, baby. Don’t stop.”
Molly tugged on Finley’s clit, gripping Finley’s ass in her hands and pushing Finley into her mouth more. She moaned when Finley’s hips started to rock against her face because she knew what would happen next.
“Touchdown, Saints!”
“Yes! Yes!”
Finley came hard and continued rocking as Molly continued to suck before slowing and then stopping altogether. Molly licked her lips and looked up at Finley, who looked thoroughly satisfied.
“Go, put it on,” she said.
