Ball Control - Chapter 4

The camera eats up Penelope right off the bat — perfect hair, heels, no smile. She looks like she could run a board meeting or ruin a man and isn’t losing sleep over either. The divorce papers are practically still warm when she hits up Brodie, this twenty-something footballer who’s built like he lives in the gym and keeps his mouth shut when told. They meet in a hotel suite that smells like fresh towels and bad decisions. She lets her dress drop without fanfare, then the bra and thong follow — bare, purposeful. Brodie’s hands work slow at first, gliding oil over her shoulders, down her back, across her ass cheeks like he’s measuring her for something. The touch gets firmer, thumbs digging in, circling until her skin flushes pink. They step into the shower together. Water beads on her tits, rolls down Brodie’s abs while she strokes him lazy, almost teasing, until he’s thick in her hand. She likes seeing him hard before she’ll let him inside. She pushes him back on the bed and drops between his legs. Her mouth opens wide around his cock, tongue flat, sucking deep enough that her eyes water and spit drips down her chin. No rush, just heat and rhythm until his thighs tense under her palms. Brodie flips her, face buried between her legs, tongue working her clit in tight strokes while two thick fingers slide in knuckle-deep. She’s soaked, thighs shaking, hips lifting to meet each thrust of his hand. He doesn’t wait for her to cool down — just lines up and drives in, hard and steady, pounding her into the mattress like he’s trying to leave an impression. She takes every inch, nails digging into his back, moaning raw until he finishes inside her.