Halftime Adjustments

The buzzer sounded, signaling halftime in the women's basketball game, our team leading by four. Brooklyn Salazar was having an unusually poor game, leading the team in scoring but jacking up a ton of terrible shots and playing terrible defense in the process. It was obvious she was stuck in her own head, and the team was barely hanging on. The coaches didn't know what to do, so they turned to me for guidance. After all, I had grown incredibly close with the blonde baller, so much so that she was willing to take a creampie with little hesitation earlier today in the very locker rooms we were headed to The coaches and I waited for the team to arrive, them to gameplan with the team while I was specifically there for Brooklyn.

I knew exactly what to do. But in a very real sense I had no idea what to do. It was clear to me that Brooklyn was in need of a round two to get her mind right, but we had never gone at it in public, and certainly not around her teammates and coaches. But **** times call for **** measures. We had a game to win, and I knew what needed to happen to get it.

When Brooklyn walked in I followed her to her locker, waiting for our star player to take a seat before moving between her thighs. She hung her head in shame, too embarrassed by her performance on the court to look anyone in the eye. Anyone except me that is. Realizing that I was between her legs Brooklyn's eyes shot like darts, a quizzical look plastered on her face but not stopping me. As I pulled her shorts down to her ankles, the 19 year-old began to verbally object. "What are you doing? My teammates are around! We've never.." she trailed off, her pale cheeks blushing bright pink before hanging her head. "I know. But you're off your game, and we need to fix it." I said, spreading her legs open by the knees. Brooklyn's thick thighs were flattened by her seated position on the chair in front of her locker, giving a stunning view of her pussy through her black thong, the same pair from our pregame hookup.

"Okay, I trust you. We need to win, and I need to play better. Please help me." Brooklyn begged. The blonde had forgotten about the rest of her team in that moment, much like they had ignored her instead focusing on the second half adjustments they needed to make.

Reaching my hands up her legs and thighs, I wrapped my hands around her slim waist, curling my fingers inside the waistband of her panties before pulling them down. I went slow at first, opting for an extended reveal of her pussy from the front. Brooklyn's pubes were freshly shaved, her plump mound smooth as her legs. The light pink folds of her inner labia framed her tiny clit and tight vagina, a picturesque moment if only I had brought my camera. I dragged Brooklyn by the hips to the edge of her chair, leaning into her pussy mouth first and giving it a long upward swipe. Letting out a small gasp, Brooklyn grabbed onto the seat of her chair, bracing herself for what she knew I was planning next.

I stood up in front of Brooklyn, shooting a smirk her way before dropping my pants and taking my cock in my hand. Grabbing the back of her head with my free hand, I positioned the sophomore to give me a blowjob. Yanking back and forth at a frantic pace, the sounds of gagging and **** escaped from the blondes mouth. She was loving every second of it, placing her hands around the back of my thighs and pulling my dick deeper down her throat.

After a few minutes of nonstop face fucking, Brooklyn's tight mouth proved too much for me. I thrust as deep as possible holding her mouth as far down my cock as she could handle. The tip of her tongue tickled my nuts, giving me the last little nudge I needed. Rope after rope of warm, sticky cum slammed into the back of Brooklyn's throat, passing over her tongue and landing directly in her stomach. When I felt my orgasm subside, I released my vicegrip on her head, letting go of her wavy blonde locks and sliding my dick out of her mouth. Brooklyn wanted every last drop, slurping me back into her mouth to get any stragglers.

Cum and saliva dripping out of her mouth, Brooklyn stood up from her seat, clumsily walking over to the team huddle with her shorts and underwear bunched up around her ankles. Like usual, the sophomore stunner led the team out of the locker with a rally cry. "Finish on three! 1,2,3 FINISH!" Brooklyn yelled, watching the squad walk out as she pulled her shorts back up. I walked up behind her as she bent down to grab them, wrapping my arms around her tiny torso and pulling her close. "Go win this one. And wipe your mouth!" I told her, giving her a hard smack on the ass and shoving her out towards the tunnel. Brooklyn turned back, looking me straight in the eyes. "Anything to make you happy." she said, smiling as she did so before heading back out to the court.