Ex-Footballer Shows You He Still Has Ball Control Skills

Max Dior is sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, eager to watch the big football match. Holly Molly saunters in, carrying a replica of the FIFA World Cup, and grabs an old photo frame from the TV stand—a picture of Max in his younger days, dressed in a football kit. She sits next to him and playfully teases him with it.

“I think I still have my old kit somewhere,” Max teases back, a mischievous glint in his eye. He returns, now fully dressed in a football kit, a ball tucked under his arm.

Holly, not one to miss an opportunity, pulls down his shorts and begins to suck his cock slowly, her eyes locked on his. Max, not wanting to be outdone, kneels to undress her, his lips trailing kisses down her body until he reaches her pussy. He takes his time, exploring her with his tongue, building her pleasure with each stroke.

He then eases her onto the couch, positioning himself between her legs. He fucks her deep and slow in missionary, their bodies moving in sync. Holly, wanting to take control, climbs on top, riding him in cowgirl, her movements tender and passionate. Max’s hands grip her hips, guiding her as she sets the pace.

As Max reaches his climax, he cums on her, their bodies remaining close, breathless and content. Suddenly, Holly sits up, her eyes wide with realization. “Oh my god—the match!” she exclaims, laughing as they both scramble to find the remote, the moment of passion temporarily forgotten in their excitement for the game.