No Rush

"So the day to submit for the draft is next week," Elizabeth said, gently rubbing Desean's spent cock. Even flaccid, he was enormous, she thought with mixed feelings. It'd be nice to just be back with Jamaal, but the cougar would miss an 18-year old buck with limitless energy.

"Yeah, I'm staying for another year," Desean grunted, letting his thighs splay open wider so the housewife could have access to all of him. He soon felt her hands on his thighs, his heavy balls, his tight ass, and let out a pleased groan.

"You are?" Elizabeth said, slightly dumbfounded. He'd be the number 1 pick, easy. "Why?"

"NIL deals are pretty great when you just won player of the year," Desean said. "A Canadian team has the number one pick, fuck that. And I got some good girls here, to take care of me and to take care of. And some youngbloods on the way." He caressed Elizabeth's swollen belly. That was one of a few, she knew.