Any situation can be very exciting if those involved are keen to find that spark. And if not, you always have our series of erotic stories that will help inspire you to raise your temperature a little. We tell you the pleasant story of the best goal of the 2018 World Cup in Russia.
An erotic story inspired by the 2018 World Cup in Russia
- For us, Sunday is synonymous with absolute rest; of not taking off their pajamas all day, watching a movie… The plan for that afternoon didn’t seem much more interesting: they were showing Japan’s match against Senegal in the 2018 World Cup in Russia on television. Good thing we had popcorn and soft drinks.
- Faced with the possibility of endless 90 minutes of passes and failed goal attempts, we stretched out on the sofa comfortably. He hugged me from behind, running his hand under my neck, while we watched TV. I love it when we lie down like this, and I know he does too, because we can feel each other’s entire bodies.
- The minutes kept counting down and all the spectacle that the World Cup in Russia offered us, for the moment, were players running from one side of the field to the other. He would yawn and make me yawn, he would try to wind a lock of my hair between his fingers, and he would hum a song… Anything to entertain himself while the game offered us nothing better.
The World Cup can be very exciting…
- It seemed that the afternoon was going to be spoiled when, suddenly, he got up to take the glass of soda that was waiting for him on the table. Instead of putting it to his lips, he reached inside it and pulled out one of the ice cubes. I looked at him surprised, asking him with a gesture what he was going to do. He perfectly understood my question because he whispered to me: “Do you want us to have a little fun?” In the background, the commentator kept talking about balls and plays.
- I couldn’t help but show him a mischievous smile. Imagining that cube melting down my body caused palpitations in my groin. She brushed the ice against my neck and it didn’t take long for my skin to crawl. She accompanied these frozen caresses with the best kisses that anyone could feel. Little by little, the referee’s whistles coming from the television faded away. It is completely impossible for me to know if we were like this for hours or just minutes.
- He began to pass the ice cube over my breasts. My nipples were hard without needing to be iced, but I couldn’t help but touch them. And before I knew it, one hand was pulling down my panties. At last.
Sex in the World Cup in Russia
- With the ice still in his hand, he plunged his head between my legs, which were trembling more than ever. Just at the moment when he was going to touch me with his tongue… Penalty! The referee’s whistle distracted him from his goal and he jerked his head off my thighs. For a moment, he left me breathless and waiting to feel him.
- “Fuck the World Cup,” he whispered as he began to stroke my crotch with his ulna. The warmth of her lips could not make a better contrast with the coldness of the ice, of which very little was left. My body, growing hotter, had caused me to melt much faster than I would like.
- The stadium was silent waiting for the player to take the penalty. You could only hear my increasingly frantic gasps. That devilish tongue, now joined by his fingers, was taking me just where we both wanted. The anticipation of the moment made the moment that much more exciting. They were all waiting for me to come.
- Between moans, I asked you for more. She noticed that she was coming. His touch made me scream so much that I could barely hear the referee’s whistle to shoot the penalty. And suddenly he was on top. Googol! The stands were celebrating my orgasm.
- He scored a point, or was it me Cumming? This time, I’m going to let him win, but I want a rematch. This, without a doubt, has been the best goal of the 2018 World Cup in Russia.