Thought Something Was Wrong With My Tv, Turns Out There's A Lil Thunderstorm In Birmingham
thought something was wrong with my tv, turns out there's a lil thunderstorm in birmingham
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ok i couldn't find it in my notes but i got another idea...
roro sneaking you in to the player hotel after a CL match because he misses you and wants to celebrate the win with you but there just one problem, you have to be very quiet and that becomes a problem...😈
Rodrigo, riding his high from enabling Julián to score the winning goal tonight with his assist, had been keeping the spirits high on the bus back to the hotel. He’d kept the chants going, urged Antoine to keep the music playing, role-played as a conductor to keep everyone singing, dancing and bouncing in their seat.
You knew deep down that while most of it was genuine happiness, his assist had allowed Atletico to progress through to the next round, but it was also a diversion. He managed to keep it up, the team seemed to levitate from the bus, along the waiting crowds at the hotel, and up to their rooms. You could still hear them talking, laughter radiating through the walls giving you more than enough idea how thin these walls truly are.
“Think you can keep quiet?” Roro asks, snapping his hips to yours with such a need you can barely keep your eyes open.
Nothing comes out other than whiny noises and shaky breathlessness while you try to control your breathing as his cock sinks into you repeatedly. He feels perfect, filling you up as though he was made for you. Rodrigo doesn't feel the need to fill the silence with small talk, using his mouth when it matters the most - either to draw out incredible physical pleasure using his lips and tongue to stimulate you as skilful as he can or to help coax you to the edge with sweet nothings and subtle praise to encourage your climax.
"Come on baby, you sound like you need me to try harder," he pants against your ear before his lips leave wet, sloppy kisses over your neck. you'll be lucky to leave this room without another hickey on some part of your body. he likes private ones, the ones on the inside of your thigh, on your waist, on the gentle curve of your breast, but he's been lightly marking you just on the cusp of your work shirt lately and his grin says it all when the collar slips ever so slightly open enough to make the lads wolf whistles and demand to know who the lucky person is. not that they can know about this relationship.
but when his thumb swipes over your clit just as he bottoms out, the sound that comes out of you will no doubt be a conversation starter.
ok but when was the last time we had a race without yellow/red flag??
huijsen i'm so sorry you have to play for a club with worse defence than roma this season 💔