You can't resist the blow job

A blow job from Doe is worth the shirt. Without a word, you stand up, unzip your shorts and pull out your Johnson. She gives you a huge grin, licking her lips as her eyes burn into yours. She drops your shirt at your feet and kneels in front of you. She gently grasps your stalk and leans in to lick ever so lightly on your cock head. Your stiffy bobs with excitement and you moan. You've wanted Doe for a long time, and the circumstances couldn't be more arousing.

"He's eager," she says with a wink. Then she takes half of your cock at once, and you groan. Her tongue is fluttering quickly around the sensitive underside, as she sucks, pulling in the rest of your length with just her suction. Even you are surprised by your intense growl. Your knees feel weak from her mad skills. She sets up a quick rhythm in and out, still just using her suction to pull your shaft in. You've never had such an outstanding blowjob, and you've had some damn good ones.

In only a couple minutes, you whisper emphatically, "I'm coming!" as your hips jerk and you shoot your sticky load into her mouth. A yellow haze fills your field of vision from the drop in blood pressure, and you steady yourself on Doe's shoulders. Her throat is visibly working to swallow every drop.

When she slowly pulls off of you, she smiles up at you mischievously. "Fair trade?" she asks swinging your shirt around her finger. From her expression, she knows you thought she was good.

"Oh, yes. That was so worth the shirt." You offer her a hand up, which she takes, and then gives you a deep kiss, piercing your lips with her tongue. Then she breaks the kiss, stuffing your shirt in the waist of her shorts. You quickly zip up.

"I hope we can continue this after the game is over. Right now, I've got fantasies of us alone and naked," she says with a grin. Then she turns and runs down the path.

You watch her tight ass for a second, and then run in the opposite direction.