I sit on the floor at his feet, naked, curled between his legs as he lounges on the couch watching the game. He sips his beer and yells at the referee when his team is called on a penalty. It's been almost an hour since he last used me and I am needy again. I must wait but the ache in my pussy is becoming a constant throb. I shift from one hip to the other trying to relieve just a little of my need.
I can hear the commentator announce that there is one minute of play left in the second period. Only a minute left. If my pussy could smile, it would right now. The whistle blows and the play is stopped as well as the clock. This minute is taking forever. I can't control the whimper that escapes me. I can see the grin spread across his mouth but he does not take his eyes from the game. He reaches down and brushes his cold beer bottle against each of my nipples. They instantly awaken and harden causing a shock wave to travel straight between my legs. I shift again and the whimper turns into a groan.