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As a sports reporter, I am used to being around professional athletes, but there was something about Score that at all times intrigued me. He was one of the top players in the NFL and had a reputation for being a ladies’ man off the field. I never wondered that I would be one of those women, but fate had other plans.

It was a warm summer evening, and I was at the stadium covering a game. As usual, I was focused on my work, but I couldn’t help but steal glances at Score on the field. He was agile and strong, effortlessly moving the ball down the field as the crowd roared.

After the game, I made my way to the locker room to conduct interviews with the players. As I approached Score, my heart was pounding in my chest. I introduced myself, and he smiled at me with his electric blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, all golden skin and rippling muscles. I couldn’t help but stare.

Score was gracious during the interview, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was staring at me in a way that went beyond professional interest. My suspicion was confirmed when he asked me out on a date.

I was hesitant at first, knowing about his reputation, but then I wondered, what’s the harm in having one night of fun? We made plans to meet at a fancy restaurant that Friday evening.

When I arrived, Score was waiting for me at the bar, looking even more handsome in a fitted suit. We made small talk, but I could sense the sexual tension growing between us with every passing moment. When our table was ready, we made our way to a private booth.

During dinner, we flirted shamelessly with each other. Score was witty and charming, and I found myself laughing at his jokes. He offered me wine, and we clinked our glasses, mentally toasting to what was sure to be a wild night.

After dinner, Score suggested we go for a walk in the park. It was a warm night, and the breeze felt refreshing against my skin. We walked in silence, the only sound being the crickets chirping in the background.

Suddenly, Score turned towards me and pulled me into a passionate embrace. His lips crashed onto mine as he pressed me against a nearby tree. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored mine. I couldn’t believe how electrifying it felt to be with him.

Score’s hands roamed all over my body, taking in the curves of my hips and the shape of my breasts. His touch was like fire, igniting a flame within me that I had never felt before. I felt alive in his arms.

Before I knew it, Score had picked me up and carried me to a secluded spot in the park. He lay me down on the grass and stripped off my clothes, leaving me completely exposed to the warm night air. I watched in awe as he undressed himself, revealing a gigantic, rock-hard erection.

Score didn’t waste any time. He dove into me with abandon, his tongue and lips moving in perfect sync. I screamed as I orgasmed, my body convulsing uncontrollably in his powerful grip.

He wasn’t done yet. Score flipped me over onto my hands and knees, spreading my legs wide and plunging into me with full force. I could feel every inch of him, stretching and filling me completely. I knew I was gonna be sore for days after this, but I didn’t care. I was in ecstasy.

Score continued to pound me into oblivion, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of the precipice. I screamed his name as I reached my climax, my body exploding with pleasure.

We lay in the grass for a few moments, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. It was a moment that I will never forget, a moment of pure joy and pleasure.

As we got dressed and made our way back to our respective lives, I thought if what we had shared was just a fling, or something more. But in that moment, it didn’t really matter. I had experienced passion and desire like never before, and that was all that mattered.

And as for Score? Well, let’s just say he had scored both on and off the field that night.
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