Cumming Up Trumps part 2
Manning obliged sliding her hard cock to the rim of Cooky’s anus. Gently sliding the tip in as Cooky moaned in enjoyment. “Deeper Alexei you know how much I’ve missed you”. “Alright Cooky for old times sake” Manning snorted and spat on her fingers and rubbing it on Cookys arsehole. “Have that ya bastard” Manning wheezed in delight. She slid her whole length into Cooky over and over again. There was no time for the sensual touching like the first time they had fucked. Manning had quickly understood the need to be quick, there was a large crowd and Cooky could not afford to be caught with Mannings cock up his arse. She was incredibly turned on by the situation the thought of getting caught that after nine or ten thrusts she felt her cock begin to swell further, she knew that her load was about to blow “Where do you want me Cooky” asked Manning.
“Where else? In my mouth of course like before!” Replied Cooky with an eagerness about him. Manning pulled out and Cooky spun round quicker than Ravi was turning for another quick single in the middle. Cooky then devoured Mannings cock more greedily than she had felt him do before as she exploded deep to the back of his throat.”Howzat” she cried as she lifted her finger to the air. He gagged as the river of semen flowed down his throat but he devoured all of it save a splash that trickled out of the corner of his mouth and landed on the Essex crest on his shirt. “Loved that Cooky” chuckled Manning “you best get some rest lad or else you won’t be playing one day cricket this year”. Cooky stood up and they walked back to the crowds together “walking like John Wayne there Cooky hahaha” Manning chortled. “This no” Cooky replied ” tried to take a cheeky single in the 2nd XI match down at Canterbury last week, Foster still quicker than me thought I could keep up!”. “Ha” Manning replied “you sure it wasn’t that you just took my length?”. The jovial chit chat continued as they made their way back to the game, just as Bopara smashed a six in their direction. Manning pushing Cooky and two young boys to one side took a full length diving catch. A few disbelieving spectators looked on as Manning picked herself off the floor and dusted herself down, “Shot Ravi,” one of them offered. “The muggy cunt top edged it, lucky we’re at home on a ground the size of a postage stamp or else he’d be back in the hutch.” Manning countered. Manning smirked to herself as she sparked up, drawing a deep drag from yet another B&H Gold. A young steward bedecked in a needlessly lairy hi-viz jacket chimed in, telling Manning that there was no smoking in the stadium. Alexei eyed the young stud up and down before leaning in and quietly offering him a wager, “hey kidda how about this, if you’ve got a bigger old boy than me I’ll put it out.” Manning seductively blew smoke at the befuddled twenty-something who, being a local lad, had heard the stories of this Alexei Manning. He turned a blackcurrant shade of purple and completely clammed up. Manning knew the battle was won and let out a chuckle before slapping the youngster on the arse and adding, “shame son we could of had a lot of fun together.” She strode off, slipped her Oakleys off the top of her head and over her eyes and grinned to herself… She knew, this was home.
