Without a word, Sarah slowly reached out and took the ball from Drew, her blue eyes locking with his brown ones. She heard an irritated grunt from Gary’s direction. ‘Good,’ she thought. Drew’s tongue flicked over his lips, unconsciously wetting them as she took the ball. She could hear his breath; he was excited.
And so was she, truth be told. As much as she wanted to win, she could feel how wet she was; big though he was, she didn’t think Drew was going to have much trouble sliding into her if it came down to that.
She dribbled the ball as she walked over to the spot Drew had shot from. DKM followed her; she could hear their footsteps. They were going to try distracting her, of course. And this already wasn’t her best shot.
The three who still had their clothes on filtered in behind her. James walked under the hoop and locked eyes on her, then began to run his hand up and down his cock. Drew took a spot next to her, leaning in as she bounced the ball. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he growled to her about the things DKM was going to do to her.
“My dick’s practically inside you. Can you feel it, Shorty? Are you tingling with anticipation for the way I’m going to stretch you out? I can’t wait to feel your little pussy squeezes me, or to hear the way you scream when you cum on my cock.” Sarah bit her lip, stifling a moan before taking a deep breath. Drew continued, “Hope you’re enjoying the last few moments before you become another DKM cum dump.”
Sarah let her shot fly. Her breath caught in a small gasp when the ball struck the back of the rim and popped up in the air; seemingly in slow motion, it rose to the top of its flight, began to plunge back towards the earth… and dropped cleanly through the center of the rim. A groan rose from DKM, and from the corner of her eyes she saw James slip to his knees, hands on his head in disbelief.
She had done it. She had a chance to go for the win!
She ran for the ball, grabbed it, and hurried along the baseline. Drew and his brothers didn’t move to distract her; she dribbled a couple of times, letting her breath steady before she hefted her shot and watched it swish through the net.
James, still kneeling, ran his hands over his face, while Drew slowly went to collect the ball. Sarah couldn’t keep herself from tossing in another taunt, as she shouted to James, “That’s a good look for you--if someone tied those hands behind your back, you’d be the perfect picture of submission.”
Drew was stepping towards her now, and Sarah had a big decision to make. How was she going to distract him to make sure he missed? Stroking him had worked fine so far, and that way she could taunt him too. Or a few fluttering kisses might catch him off-guard. Or she could always take him into her mouth; that had to make shooting just about impossible, but that also seemed like far more than he deserved on the cusp of defeat. Or she could even bend over before him and grind her ass and pussy against him… Although, if he accidentally slipped in, horny as she was now, would she really want to stop it?
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