The Soccer Star: Part One

Zoe Parker just scored the winning goal and now she's collecting her prize. After a quick post-game chat with the press, she hits the showers to wash the sweat and victory off her skin. Yhivi shows up late, camera still in hand, pissed that the interview already happened. She could walk away empty-handed or she could chase the story into the steamy locker room. Zoe steps out, towel barely hanging on, blonde hair dripping down her shoulders. When she spots the cute brunette standing there, she doesn't flinch—she smiles. She knows exactly what Yhivi wants and decides to give her something way more fun than a soundbite. They start talking, but Zoe hands her some oil like it's the most natural thing in the world. Yhivi rubs it across Zoe's back, trying to stay professional, trying to keep the recorder running. Zoe isn't listening anymore. She grabs the bottle, pours a thick line of oil straight down her own chest, over those small, perky tits, and lets it slide down her stomach. The questions slow down. Zoe's mouth finds Yhivi's nipple first—hard, pink, perfect. She sucks it, then drags her tongue lower, lower, until she's on her knees with her face buried between Yhivi's thighs. Yhivi tries to keep quiet, biting her lip so hard it almost bleeds while Zoe's tongue works her over. When she finally cums, it's loud, shaky, and she knows damn well the real interview is just getting started.