"My vow of chastity, remember?" Danae says, licking her lips, as she stands up. "I couldn't have your c*m dripping out of me during the football game, could I?" She says, as she turns and leads the way back to the car. Pulling my pants up, I follow her. f**k! That was unreal!
The seats Ken got us are right on the 50-yard line, about three rows up from the field. Danae seems oblivious to all the guys who keep walking in front of us and looking up her skirt. She cheers the team on, like a real cheerleader; her t**s bouncing enthusiastically each time the team scores. My c**k stays hard through most of the game; as I watch this golden goddess, faux cheerleader, jump around next to me.
The incentive works, and our team wins 21 to 14, with a long pass from the quarterback in the final minutes
