Erotic Tale: Monday Night Football

By: Victoria Bleu

“mmmhhmmm… baby, you taste so damn good!”

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“Ooohhh babyyyy! You sucking my clit so damn good, Grrreeegggg!” Toya screamed, her legs trembling on the bed as Greg pinned her down.

He released one of her thighs, sliding two thick fingers deep inside her pussy. Toya instantly hooked her elbow under her knee, the other hand tangled in his deep waves, keeping his mouth locked in the perfect position.

Greg devoured her, sucking her pie as her cream coated his lips. His fingers twisted and curled in slow, deliberate circles. Toya was losing all control—back arched, knees buckling, breath stuttering, her cries bouncing off the walls like surround sound.

“Babbbyyy… please… don’t stop! Right thereeee… I’m cumminnnggggg!”

“mmmhhmmm,” Greg hummed against her clit.

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He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, thick, warm, and greedy as it penetrated her hole. Toya melted into the mattress, toes curling when his tongue dove deeper. He pushed her legs back, tracing down until he found her other spot. Up and down, back and forth, his tongue played with her ass like he was born for it. Rooter to the tooter, he gave no mercy.

Greg returned to her clit, sucking it like meat off the bone.

“OOOHHHHHH babyyyyyy!!” Toya cried, squirting hard, the fluid shooting out with lightning speed.

Greg lifted his glistening face, smiling like a man who just won the lottery. “Thank you baby. I love when you squirt in my mouth.”

Toya giggled, out of breath.

“Come here boy,” she whispered seductively.

Greg climbed up, chest to breast, and their tongues clashed, swirling like a tornado. Their moans vibrated into each other’s mouths as Toya tasted herself on his lips. Her hands roamed freely—gripping his waves, sliding down his spine, cupping his firm ass. When he bit her lip, she squeezed harder. The harder she squeezed, the harder his dick grew against her stomach.

“Ok baby, that’s enough! Let me get up, the game about to come on,” Greg said lazily, not wanting to move but forcing himself.

“Ughhh, you just saw the game last night!” Toya pouted.

Greg grinned down at her. “It’s Monday Night Footbaaaalll!” he shouted, slipping off the bed.

Toya rolled her eyes, but smirked as he disappeared into the bathroom. Once Toya heard the water from the sink turn on, she naturally rolled on to her right side and started scrolling TikTok, chocolate ass poking.

When Greg came back, dressed in full Vikings gear, he caught her still naked, pussy waiting to be cleaned. “Spoiled ass!” Greg said as he laughed and wiped her creamy vulva with a warm cloth before sprinting to the living room. Toya pulled the covers over her shoulder. With her knees pressed tightly against each other, she continued to scroll TikTok––rubbing her feet together as she laughed and hit the repost button fifty eleven times!

“LET’S GOOOOO!” he yelled at the 75-inch screen. Between shouting at the screen, cheering on the Minesota Vikings, and coaching his favorite team from his comfy sofa, Toya was craving her man. She wanted to devour him! Experience him in ways she never explored with previous men. The longer she got lost in her fantasy, the more her clit began to swell. 

Fuck it she thought! 

Toya sat her phone on the nightstand, removed the cover, and got out of the bed. She slid into a G-string and a cropped white baby tee, nipples pressing through the fabric. Walking to the living room, she tied her hair into a ponytail, hips swaying like a metronome. Greg spotted her instantly. Nipples bouncing toward him like a halftime show.

He took a shot of Don Julio, smirking. “Mannn, what you onnnn? Now when you in the room making TikToks and telling stories, I don’t bother yo fine ass. You know I been waiting all—”

As his dick disappeared in the depths of Toya's throat, so did his words. 

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“Ok! Ok! I see what you on,” Greg gasped, already melting into the couch.

“Bae, if you gon do it, you got to go all the way,” he moaned.

“Mmmhmmm…” Toya hummed around his shaft, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth.

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Hawtuahhh

“Damn, this shit feel so good,” Greg groaned, gripping the cushions.

Toya pumped him with her hand while devouring him with her mouth, knees sinking into the carpet as her sloppy head filled the room along with Joe Buck’s voice calling the game.

“Ty Chandler, the ball carrier…”

Greg’s moans matched the commentator’s rhythm. “TTTOOYYAAAA!! Baby… damn! Keep eating this dick!”

“TOUCHDOWNNN! VIKINGS!” the stadium roared, their cheers echoing off the TV.

Hawktuah

Hawktuah

Hawktuah

Her mouth was wetter, faster, filthier with every call. Greg’s body shook, cum boiling, ready to erupt. His hands locked on her head, hips bucking out of instinct.

“Baby don’t stop! Keep going! Fuck! I’m finna cum!”

She doubled down, slobber dripping down his shaft.

“RIGHT THERE BABY! DON’T MOVE! I’M CUMMING!” Greg growled.

Toya braced, eyes wide, determination burning. She wanted to take it all tonight. His legs shook, his grip tightened—her inner Hulk told her you got this!

But at the very last second, panic took over. She pulled back just as he exploded.

Hot, white cream shot out like a Twinkie getting squeezed too hard.

“TOYA WHAT THE FUCK!” Greg barked, breathless.

“Baaabbbyyy, I’m sorrryyy! I really tried!” she pleaded, hair messy, nipples poking through her tee, sitting back on her knees like a scolded schoolgirl.

Greg sighed, storming off to the bathroom. “Man, watch out.”

“Babyyy, you mad at me?” she followed, pouting.

Blocking the doorway, she pressed her shoulder against the door frame with her arms folded. He sighed again. “You literally swallowed all my shit the other night. What’s the problem?”

Before she could answer, Joe Buck yelled from the TV, “FLAG ON THE PLAY, VIKINGS!”

Greg pushed past her, running back like a coach on the sidelines. “MANN HELL NAH! Y’all better tighten up! 30 seconds left on the clock!”

“Baaeeeee,” Toya whined.

“Yeah babe, come here, we good!” Greg said without looking her way––eyes locked on the television, pulling her in for a quick hug. She squeezed him tight, then turned to walk away.

Greg smacked her ass playfully. “You need to grow up though.”

They both laughed.

“VIKINGS WIN THE GAME!” Joe Buck screamed.

“LETTTSSSS GOOOOOOO!!!” Greg roared, arms in the air!

Can't Wait To Spill Again,

Victoria Bleu