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Hakim announced as a new roma player to which I will react with the I’m free worst experience of my life meme at the fact I won’t have to watch another chelsea match for the next year at least.
All within the next 48 hours. I’m a dreamer
#if u asked me yesterday about it I would have said no#but since the king himself has spoken today#I trust hakim instagram captions more than any football transfer news source#go to roma before I go to morocco with my dad and I'll get both of us roma jerseys wallahi#I'm so ready for my dads friends to ask him to get a jersey for them
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Smalling header earns Roma 2-1 win at Inter
Smalling header earns Roma 2-1 win at Inter
A header by AS Roma defender Chris Smalling in the second half helped his side to seal a 2-1 victory at Inter Milan in Serie A on Saturday.Smalling headed home in the 75th minute after a brilliant free kick by Lorenzo Pellegrini from about 44 yards.Inter defender Federico Dimarco opened the scoring in the 30th minute when Nicolo Barella met him with a pass in the middle of the box, with his low…
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Çağlar Söyüncü is one step away to Fenerbahçe from Atletico Madrid on loan. Atleti have received 5 bids (Fulham, Porto, AS Roma, BVB and Fener) in the last week to give the turkish centre-back on loan. The player’s desire will be decisive to close the deal.
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Mourinho Has High Hopes After Roma's 1-0 Win vs Leverkusen
Edoardo Bove’s second-half goal gives Jose Mourinho (next to PSG?) and Roma the advantage over Bayer Leverkusen after the first leg of their Europa League semi-final.
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The 20-year-old Bove passed into the bottom corner after Tammy Abraham’s shot was saved. He scores his first European goal. Leverkusen’s chance to equalise in the 86th minute came but Jeremie Frimpong’s…
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AS Roma 2022-23 New Balance Esports Shirt
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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part three
alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content
(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]
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You woke again nearing midday and, as expected, Ale was nowhere to be found. If it weren’t for the still sensitive marks that she left on your neck and the soreness between your thighs, you would’ve thought it was all a pleasant dream. Something on your nightstand caught your eye as you stretched and when you picked it up, all the remaining doubt shattered.
On the piece of paper was a phone number with a little note that said ‘text me?’ and you couldn’t help the grin that made its way to your lips at the drawn smiley face at the end of it. You picked your phone up, added her to your contacts and sent her a hello-it’s-me text, noted the notification of an email from Derek, and then you got out of bed to get ready for the day.
When you returned to the bedroom from your shower, a message from Ale was waiting for you.
‘Hey, good morning! Listen, as much as I’d love to… have fun with you again, I can’t see you the next few days.’
You laughed at the varying degrees of sad emojis that superseded her text. Then you messaged her back.
‘That’s fine. Just text me when you’re free. And you already know where I am so…’
You abandoned your phone after that in favor of your laptop as you remembered Derek’s email. Upon opening your mail, you found it immediately.
‘Good news. Robert sealed a deal with a client and they want you to follow FC Barcelona in their Liga F campaign this season. We got 5 match passes so far–Robert believes that the client might be inclined to commission for more photos depending on how the club progresses throughout the season.
Find the passes in the attachment as well as the in-depth commission details but in short, apart from the customary team photos, they want photos of the following players prioritised in order: Alexia Putellas, Maria ‘Mapi’ Leon, and Caroline Graham Hansen. I’ll leave the research to you.
On an informal note, the window to decline is still open. As previously discussed, you don’t have to do this. Let me know what you decide as soon as possible.’
You checked the attached files and sure enough, you found the passes for Barcelona’s matches against the following clubs: Real Madrid, Roma, Alhama, Atletico Madrid, and Sporting Huelva. You noted the date for the one against Real Madrid–it was in a couple of days, the same one Ale suggested and a thrill of excitement went down your spine at the thought of possibly seeing her again. Maybe you should message her to let her know that you were going.
You sent a confirmation to Derek before you created a new tab to begin your research. ‘Alexia Putellas’, you typed and hit enter. When the results came back, you stilled.
You blinked.
Then you blinked again.
Of all the places you’d expect to find Ale’s face, a search result about a professional football player was the last thing you could think of. But memories flashed unbidden through your mind: the exclusive night club, Ale’s vague answer about her job, the way her eyes shone whenever you mentioned sports or football, her reflexes, her physique, Ale… Alexia–it all made sense now.
Groaning, you put your face in your hands as your cheeks and ears burnt from the embarrassment that flooded your veins. Oh, how dense could you get! She must’d thought you ignorant for not knowing who she was. Foolish!
But then again… if she didn’t get a kick out of you not knowing, why did she allow the second time to happen? And why promise a third? The thought calmed you down enough to decide not to text Ale–no, Alexia–about this like you’d originally planned especially since you were most likely going to see her at the game anyway.
After another moment to regain your composure for the time being, you proceeded with your research. You clicked on an article, and an article lead to another, which carried you over to a video, and so on. By the end of it, evening had settled and you only managed to discover little. But from what you found out, there was no question to Alexia Putellas’ nascent legacy, both on and off the pitch–an undisputed, modern trailblazer for current and new generations of female athletes. You were gutted to know about her ACL injury though–a quick deviated search made it known to you how serious of an injury it was, especially for an athletic career–and you wondered when she would be able to play again or if she would be playing in the match against Real Madrid. After all, she did say she was going to be there.
You wrapped up your research about Alexia then and you finally moved on to Mapi Leon, then Caroline Graham Hansen. Afterwards, you briefed yourself on the rest of Barcelona Femeni’s 1st Division players as well as the rules of football to come up with a strategy to tackle this task.
A mixture of anxiety and excitement rushed through you as you settled in for the night at the thought of seeing Alexia again now that you know about her identity. You didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into the moment you let her take you to the dance floor but the pull was there from the very beginning. And you decided you were going to see this through to the end.
No. This wasn’t going to change anything at all.
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There it was: Estadi Johan Cruyff, home to Barcelona Femeni, stood proud in its blue and red glory.
There was still about an hour and a half left before kickoff but already, people had gathered and started to enter the stadium, you being one of them. Security scanned your press pass as you entered and you were told to head through a different corridor which lead you out to the pitch. Once inside, it was no surprise that the stadium’s interior was no less grand than the outside, the well-tended grass was just a taste to the quality that this place had to offer.
Greeting the other photographers who’d settled in earlier as you walked, you searched for a spot and found it by the space adjacent to the corner flag farthest from the tunnel entrance. There, you placed your duffel bag and your portable stool as you worked to set up your equipment: you double-checked the batteries, attached the right lens to your camera, unwounded your monopod and connected it to your camera.
By the time you looked up, there was already a significant crowd awaiting the players for their warm-ups. You took this chance to take a few shots of the still half-filled stadium, tweaking your settings as you did so and you waited for the players to come out.
About an hour before kickoff, you spied movements inside the tunnel and immediately, your eye was to your viewfinder.
Players from both teams emerged from the tunnel and names popped in your head as you scanned the faces from Barcelona, taking shots of them as they stepped foot on the grass and took off in a jog. There was no sign of Alexia though but you spotted two of your marks on the pitch so you wasted no time to frame them in your camera.
A moment later though, you heard a sudden cheer from the crowd followed by a collective flutter of camera shutters. You lifted your eye from the viewfinder, turned your head to the side and saw that your fellow photographers had their cameras focused to the direction of the tunnel entrance. Your heart quickened. Could it be? And sure enough as you looked to the sidelines, you could make out Alexia’s blonde hair and her unmistakable silhouette. Through your camera’s lens you were able to see her better.
Alexia had on a black leather jacket paired with a top that revealed a strip of skin before the cut of her jeans, finishing her look off with a pair sneakers on and loose blonde hair. She was conversing with her coach, bumping fists and patting the backs of players from both teams who went over to greet her. Then she turned to the stands, waved at their supporters, and she moved close enough for pictures and autographs. She gave one last wave to the fans, shouted an encouraging word to her teammates with a fist in the air, before she headed back into the tunnel. While all of this was happening, you’d framed her through your lens yourself, taking the photos you needed, cheeks warm despite the cooling afternoon air.
Then all the Barcelona players jogged over to the sidelines and huddled, side to side, arm in arm. You took a shot. Not long after that, all of them left the pitch.
The game was about to start.
Alexia wasn’t lying when she said the stadium would get crowded: the stands were filled with blues and reds, flags were flown and waved about, chanted anthems resounded loud and proud in the air–the atmosphere was nothing short of electric.
You’d moved by the sideline close to the tunnel entrance for the beginning of the match along with your fellow photographers so you could capture Barcelona’s starting eleven. When the players came out, they were welcomed by singing and cheers from the crowd. And as they stood there, you took photos of the entire team first before you moved on to focus on Mapi and Caroline.
When the whistle blew and the match began, you were back to your original spot, looking to the stands above the tunnel entrance as you tried to pick Alexia out from the sea of faces through your camera. You managed to a few minutes later, and you found her looking rather pensive: one arm crossed over her chest, the other resting on it as she rubbed her chin with her thumb, eyes focused down at the pitch with her brows slightly creased. It looked like longing to you, a burning desire to return home–to start playing football again. The sight evoked such a feeling in you that you couldn’t help but capture the moment. This shot, however, you were going to keep for yourself.
Now that you knew where Alexia was, following the client’s requisites just got a lot easier. Up until the final whistle, you immersed yourself in your work and the game, focusing more on Mapi and Caroline as they were playing. There were times that allowed you to shift your camera to the stands to where Alexia was and took shots of her, too. By the time you knew it, the game ended and Barcelona won 1-0.
You expected a celebration from Barcelona because they were in their turf after all so you loaded up your camera with a freshly charged battery. The next thing you knew, Alexia was there with the team, hugging and patting them congratulations and her teammates beamed at her, happy to see her there.
Click You took a shot.
The players then began their procession around the stadium, waving at and signing things for their supporters. Through your camera, you saw Mapi signing the shirt of a young girl. Click. Next to her was Caroline, reaching over the barrier to sign a ball, smiling as she talked to the boy holding it. Click.
The procession was near enough that you could hear their banters, growing louder as they approached where you were and the beating of your heart thumped as loud as the chants from the crowd. You congratulated the players as they passed and kept your camera away out of respect. You looked at the end of the line and you met Alexia’s gaze. She was smiling at you while she talked to Irene Paredes beside her and she never took her eyes off you. There was a gleam in them, something akin to mischief and… a challenge? If so, why?
At that you raised an unimpressed brow at her, both a question and a statement. Your reaction seemed to amuse her because her smile turned into a full smirk.
The procession passed but Alexia lagged behind, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Irene who threw Alexia a questioning look. You watched as Alexia waved her off before she began walking your way and you didn’t miss the fluttering of shutters from your fellow photographers’ cameras. Some called Alexia’s name to get her attention but she ignored them, her attention only at you. You barely had enough time to school your features and hide any signs of familiarity before she was standing in front of you.
“Hey, you. You made it here after all.” Alexia said cooly, lips slanted in a half-smile, one hand in a jean pocket.
“Yeah, I did. Sorry, but do I know you?” You asked in an excessively dry tone paired with an raised eyebrow, but you made sure your voice was just loud enough for her to hear. Catching your drift, Alexia laughed, rubbing the bridge of her nose to try and cover it up.
“I suppose not,” she extended a hand towards you, “I’m Alexia, and I’m sorry about… you know.”
“Nice to officially meet you, Alexia. Congratulations on the win, by the way.” You shook her hand, ignored the way her warmth seeped into your skin, and hummed. “You know, you remind me of someone I know. Your resemblance to her is uncanny.”
Alexia nodded as she took her hand back, lips quirked. “I think I know who you’re talking about. I think she also wants to know if she could stop by later tonight?”
Your cheeks warmed and you didn’t fight the smile that made its way to your face. “I did tell her she could whenever she’s free.”
“So, yes?”
“Yes.”
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You braced your weight against the headboard, forehead over your folded arms, eyes barely open and the erotic sight in front of you did nothing to help the building flood in you. With your thighs bracing her head and from this angle, you could only see Alexia’s closed eyes but you felt her hands roaming and supporting your lower back as her mouth and tongue worked on you.
She was taking her sweet time though, brushing her tongue over your clit lightly, sucking just enough to build up the pleasure but nothing too much to bring you over the edge. You whined because she did it again only with more pressure this time, circling your clit a few times before she moved away again. You were starting to learn that she liked to play; she liked to take her time and get as many reactions from you until she was satisfied, until she’d completely unravelled you.
A particularly cruel swipe of her tongue, accompanied by the obscenely wet sound it made, nearly incited a sob from your lips but the plea you made was nothing short of similar.
“Ale… please…” You panted.
“–my name.”
“Huh?” You whined out, not hearing what Alexia said after a flick from her tongue sent shivers down your spine.
“Say my name.”
Then she circled your clit with more urgency after she said that–demanding. You keened and ignored her, canting your hips forward to chase that delicious friction you were desperately searching for.
“Ale… Ale… please!”
Then she stilled completely and you cried out in protest, eyes flying open to meet lidded hazel ones.
“What–”
“Say my name.” She licked your inner thigh deliberately close to where you wanted it the most.
“Alexia, pl–” You didn’t even need to beg because right after her name left your mouth, overwhelming heat was all you could feel as she ate you out earnestly. Her hands gripped your thighs so tight that you wouldn’t be able to pull away–not that you could ever do such a thing.
“Oh, fuck!”
Euphoria tore through your body in concurrent waves with brutal intensity that it ripped the strength from your bones while your muscles shook helplessly. Even the gentle touches from Alexia tongue as she cleaned you up were enough to make you hiss from overstimulation.
God… she really did a number on you this time.
After you finally calmed down, you shifted so that you could lay by Alexia’s side, kissing your way up from the column of her neck to her lips where you found your taste heavy on her tongue. You dragged your fingers from the crest of her hip to her breast, feeling the ridges of her hard-earned muscles as you did so and revelled in the way they tensed beneath your touch, the softness of her breast a beautiful contrast to the firmness of her stomach.
Alexia gasped when you rolled her nipple between your fingers and you gladly swallowed it as you deepened the kiss. You slotted your leg to apply pressure between her thighs, ample wetness coated your skin and you couldn’t help but moan at her arousal.
You nipped a path down between the valley of her breasts but not before you had given both of her nipples the attention they deserved. You continued your journey, licking and nipping at her skin as you moved down her toned stomach.
As soon as you reached her navel, she parted her legs to make space for you. You kissed her inner thighs, loving the way they tensed beneath your lips and as you trailed closer to her core, you flashed your gaze upwards to meet hers. When you finally got the first taste of her tonight, you watched intently through lidded eyes as she closed hers, dropping her head on the pillow and sighed out a long, low moan.
You gave her a few slow and broad strokes, closing your eyes as you savoured her taste. When she began to urge her hips quicker, you picked up your pace all the while mapping her thighs and stomach with your palms.
You found you liked how responsive she was to your touches, liked the way she demanded for more which you gladly gave to her as she asked for them. And when she cradled the back of your head and buried her fingers in your hair so she could meet your tongue the way she wanted it, you moaned loudly, taking from the way she took hers from you.
“Yes, right there, just–” Her back arched and you clung to her hips like a lifeline. You rolled your tongue against her and sucked, not wanting to disrupt the pace of her fall.
And fall, she did.
She came on your tongue and you accepted it with a grateful moan, slowing down your pace as she came back down from her high. It was sticky and heady, a reward that you lapped up eagerly, and from the pleased way Alexia threaded her fingers through your hair, she was satisfied. Like her, you took your time cleaning her up because after all it was only polite to do so and you enjoyed the way her leg muscle tensed when you kissed her clit one last time.
Content with your work, you kissed the top of her left thigh as a form of gratitude but instead of making your way up, you traced the line of muscle that lead down to her knee where scars from her injury had carved themselves permanently into her skin.
You’d kissed those same scars the last time you were together without knowing the story behind them and now that you know, you dragged your lips over them ever more softly, looking Alexia in the eye as you did so. She watched you intently with lips slightly parted, eyes dark and lidded.
Alexia bent forward so she could reach out to you, lifting your chin with a gentle hand. Then she brushed her thumb over your upper lip to wipe the wetness there but before she could pull it away, you parted your lips and took her thumb into you mouth, sucking and licking off the taste there, never taking your eyes off hers.
“My god,” came her breathless murmur before she moaned out, “come here.”
Then she guided you to her mouth with her gentle grip on your chin and before you knew it, you were under her again, sighing in grateful surrender to the mercy of her and her hands. She kissed and ravaged you many times over–and you, her–that by the end of the night, you’d completely forgotten the weight of her name.
#ap11#not proofread#mine#my writing#a/n: a bit late but i finally finished it omfg#ngl i rushed this so im extra sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes...#and how do people write smut its so bloody difficult ahhhhhh#hope you guys like this and would love to know what you think about the story so far#just a reminder: im tweaking minor details as i go so the most accurate copy of all the parts will be on my ao3 (@thesunisatangerine)#apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader
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On Sunday, AS Roma had an away game against Udinese; I gave the game a miss because I had other stuff, but I thought I'd check the score after the game ended, only to find it was suspended in the 71st minute. One of the players, Evan Ndicka, had collapsed on the field while clutching his chest.
He's fine; he had to be taken to the hospital, but the injury appears to be from a collision with another player, not a cardiac event. It's always scary when a player falls like that regardless of the sport, but even the talking heads agree this was handled extremely well -- the fans fell silent so the EMTs could work, the coaches and captains agreed to suspend the game, and de Rossi, who is still very new to coaching at all let alone as head of a Serie A team, kept his wits about him, got the EMTs onto the field for Ndicka, and put his players first.
The most touching part of the whole narrative, however, isn't the good behavior of fans and staff or that the entire team all went to the hospital to see him -- it's that his inseparable best friend on the team, Houssem Aouar (on the left in the third picture), petitioned the hospital to be allowed to stay overnight with him. Request denied, but still a very sweet gesture.
[ID: Three images of Evan Ndicka, a center-back for Italian football team AS Roma; in the first he is being carried on a stretcher off the field, surrounded by teammates and medical staff, while in the second he is sitting up in a hospital bed, attached to monitors but with an upraised arm and a smile to show he's all right. The third image shows him in a black suit, entering a stadium before a game, sharing a friendly look with Houssem Aouar, midfielder for Roma.]
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Rendezvous (Vicky Losada x reader)
⚠️smut⚠️
“Girls, can I quickly have your attention? Our new signings just arrived” The head coach Alessandro said and you look up from your phone.
You feel like you can’t breath when you see Vicky, your ex, looking straight into your eyes. You don’t hear anything besides your breath. Why does she have to follow you? You left Barcelona because the two of you broke up, went to Mancity and after she signed with City you went on loan to Roma.
“Y/n, are you okay? You look like you’re fainting”. You can hear the Norwegian accent of Sophie. “Hm? Yeah I’m fine” You breathe out and quickly look at your football boots. “Hey, I’m Vicky and from Mancity, I look forward to playing with you”.
Her voice is still as hot and Vicky’s voice sends shivers down your back. “Aren’t you ask from Mancity?” Sophie asks and you just nod, stand up and hurry out if your room, to start warming up.
Vicky looks after you and bites her lip. You always have such an innocent vibe around you, which arouses her so much.
The reason Vicky chose Roma was you. She knew that you would have to play two season with Roma so she wants to make things right again. You ended the relationship back then because of Vicky’s jealousy and the growing fame and not because someone fell out of love or cheated. But every time you went out, which was pretty often since you were way younger back then and just wanted to live your life, Vicky got even jealous of your best friend, causing one too many fights and the media, they just assumed your relationship, of course noticed the change in your dynamic and started to constantly ask you about it.
After a few minutes of peace and quiet you see the rest of the team approaching you. “Okay, as a warm up we’ll do partner exercises. One has the ball and needs to get from the one side of the pitch to the other while the other one has to try to get the ball”. You love good tackles so it was one of your favourite drills.
Once again you were so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice Vicky standing right in front of you. “Do you wanna partner up with me? I don’t know anyone besides you Chiqui” (little one). You choke on your spit, but see that everyone, even Sophie who you normally partner up with, already has a partner. “Don’t call me little one and I don’t have another choice, everyone already has a partner”. You used to love it when she called you Chiqui but right now, it brings back too many painful memories.
You grab the ball from her hand and copy the rest of your teammates, standing at the white line. Vicky sighs and stands next to you. Alessandro blows the whistle and you start running with the ball. The midfielder can quickly snatch the ball from you which frustrates you. Normally you’re the best at this drill but right now you’re loosing, which is a feeling you hate. “Y/n, Vicky, go back to the line and now you switch roles”.
Vicky starts this time and somehow you’re not able to get the ball, leaving you more frustrated. “Y/n what’s going on with you? Come you’ll try again until you’re able to get the ball”. Alessandro seems to be somehow pissed which makes you even more frustrated. You’re not able, even thought you start to tackle Vicky more, every tackle gets dirtier, to get the ball until the third round where you simply slide into Vicky’s ankle, sending her to the ground.
She groans in pain and holds her ankle. You look at her in shook, not being able to move. “The fuck Y/n, what’s wrong with you?” Vicky looks at you in pain and with fearful eyes.
The medics arrive quickly and Alessandro approached you angrily. “Y/n you’re out for the next game, what were you thinking? If it’s something serious, I swear to god, you’re not being allowed to play until she recovered, you understand? I don’t care what happened between you at Barcelona or Manchester City, but right now you’re a team. And you’ll act as one, you understand?” He yells at you and you’re only able to nod, feeling more guilt than you ever have before.
“I’m sorry coach, I don’t know that I was thinking”. You only see now that Vicky was taken with the medics. “You don’t have to tell me that. Get your fucking shit together and go to Vicky” He shoved you your water bottle and you turn around, making your way to the medic room. You knock at the door and step in. When you don’t see Vicky anywhere your heart drops even more. What if you broke her ankle? “Oh hey Y/n, what’s up? You did tackle the new one very dirty I must say” One of the medics say and you simply nod. “Uhm where is she?” Your voice is shaking. “She’s in the physio room, no worries, it’s nothing a bit of tape can’t fix”. You turn around and quickly walk to the physio room. You quietly knock at the door, not knowing what you’d say.
“Come in” Vicky says and you do as you’re told. There she is, laying on the bed, with only her top and panties. Her ankle and lower leg is completely taped and you swallow hard.
Vicky sees you still standing in the doorway, staring at her ankle regretfully. “Do you always welcome the new ones this way?” She jokes and you can’t help the small smile on your lips.
“I’m sorry, it was total unprofessional of me and so dumb, how bad is it?”. You close the door behind you and move closer to her, inspecting her ankle. “It is sore but alright chiqui. Well yes it was very stupid of you, but I guess I deserved it” You look questioning at Vicky.
“I really acted like an obsessed asshole back then and I’m sorry about that, I was just insecure and scared of you leaving me”. You get a chair and sit down next to her, trying not to stare at her tights. Vicky notices it, but only smirks. “It’s alright I guess, it’s in the past and I’m over it”. Both of you know that it’s a complete lie. “It doesn’t seem like you’re over it cariño” You press your tights together, trying to ease the building arousal. “Are you alright mi cielito?(my little heaven) You seem tense over there?” You blush and look at your hands. “Uh yeah, I just feel bad about it, I’m really sorry, but I need to go, catch you later tesoro (treasure) ” You want to facepalm yourself it using the nickname and stumble up.
Vicky grabs your hand before you can leave. “I don’t think so. I think I can help you relax, no? And I know how you can make up for the dirty tackle” Vicky’s eyes are dark and she bites her lip. “What do you mean?” Your voice is small and you can’t look anywhere besides her lips. Her hands find their way to your waist, guiding you between her legs. You swallow hard. “You know exactly what I mean and you can’t fight it. Your eyes are nearly as dark as mine. Just let me lead you”
You simply nod and you finally feel her lips on yours again. You missed it so much. Your hands find their way into Vicky’s hair and push her closer if it’s even possible.
She stands up and turn you over, so that you’re underneath her. She moves her lips to your neck, biting and licking it and quickly discharges your top.
“You got even more beautiful wow” Was all Vicky was able to say and starts leaving kisses everywhere.
“Don’t tease, please”. You beg and Vicky pushes down your shorts and pantie, finally connecting her lips with your clit. “God I missed your taste”. Her comment makes you blush but you still continue to moan her name.
After a few minutes and her adding two fingers you come, moaning her name loudly. “You did so great chiqui” She smiles against your lips
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