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Freshman
must know their place. Man, I heard that shit, everyday in every way.
Once I started to get some minutes and some touches Dawson ends up in
my face. I dont need this crap from anyone. First round NBA material,
my shiny butt. Ive got a better jump shot and smoother moves than
that geek. Hes got no right to disrespect me, talking bout
me not working hard enough. I bust my ass on the court. When I started
mouthing back at Dawson, the damn assistant coach ended up in my face.
Sucker took me aside and gave me that line about Dawson being the hardest
working guard in college basketball, blah, blah, blah. He tells me Dawson
has a key to the gym and does private workouts at three in the morning
on top of our two a day practices. He hits me with stuff about Dawson
having half my talent but three times my motivation.
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I moved a little further
back into the shadows but I still had me a pretty good view of the bench.
The babe was wearing a pair of pink panties that contrasted nicely with
her smooth, dark skin. She was holding on to Dawsons hard cock and
flicking her tongue around the tip getting him to groan pretty well. The
woman certainly seemed to know her way around a blowjob.
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Sure enough, the well-trained
coachs pet was good at taking instructions. He was fucking her
faster, harder and deeper. If that wasnt good enough, he shifted
into overdrive. His butt cheeks were like a blur as he went into a pure
fucking frenzy. She was screaming about cumming and he was just pounding
away like crazy before I heard him grunt loudly. His body stiffened
and he plunged forward one more time. Their hips jerked and shook as
he shot his load deep inside her. I shot mine deep into a towel I carry
in my gym bag. For a moment, I just listened to them pant as I tried
to catch my breath.
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