Enjoy some

Giggling, she pushed the naked footballer into the bushes away from prying eyes.

"John...  Imagine I'm not here.  Imagine your in your room."  He relaxed visibly  "Masturbate."  he reached down and started gently stroking himself.  Soon he found his rhythm and began wanking in earnest.  Morgan was fascinated.  He was really masturbating!  He wasn't showing off or posing, he thought he was having a quiet wank in his room.  His expressions were priceless.  Is this how guys really felt?  Never believe those lying pornos.  She settled back to watch him work his massive cock.  One hand was massaging the head, the other was fondling his sack.

"Alright, John...  Now my **** for making life hard for this wee Scottish lass.  When you cum, cum in your hand.  Then drink it!  Hurry up!"  He grabbed his shaft and pumped it like crazy.  He pointed his cock at his cupped hand and, rolling his eyes back into his head, he blew jizz into his waiting palm.  "And drink."  He raised his seed to his lips and sucked it in.

Morgan broke the spell, but she didn't let him see her.

"EEEEURGH!!!!!!!!!" he bellowed. "WHAT IS GOING ON!!!" he gagged, spitting himself out. "Uergh..  and where are my clothes?"  

An evil idea popped into Morgan's head. She slipped out and grabbed his clothes. What a blast she thought as she walked off.