Synopsis: After watching the end of the game, Wilf and Sophie engage in some risky play in the kitchen. Sophie returns the next day and surprises Wilf by asking him to introduce her to the world of BDSM in a sexy outfit, begging him to use her for his pleasure.

Sunlight pushed through the canopy of foliage, illuminating the grassy clearing hidden between the bushes in a dim, dappled light. The sounds of birds could be heard chirping nearby and in the distance, the cheering and shouting of the families watching the football game, occasionally punctuated with the referee's whistle. Wilf was still laying on his back, chest rising and falling gently, trousers and underwear around his ankles, his shrinking cock slick with Sophie's saliva nestled between his legs as cum slowly oozed from the tip. Sophie was lying atop him, lipstick smeared and smudged, eyeliner running down her cheeks as she cuddled up to Wilfs chest, smiling with satisfaction as his load rested in her stomach, her prize claimed, her goal achieved.

Another goal had just been scored as the referee's whistle blew and the crowd roared with approval, Wilf finally lifting up his heavy arm to check the time. “There’s only about fifteen minutes of the game left, we better head back before we’re missed,” Wilf suggested sadly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Sophie agreed, pulling herself from Wilfs chest with a forlorn look on her face. She stood up and offered Wilf her hand, helping him to his feet as they stood in the clearing together. “Stay right there,” Sophie instructed, turning to retrieve her backpack from the ground, unzipping it and pulling out a towel from inside. She gently took the elderly man's flaccid phallus in her hand and rubbed him down, wiping off all the seed and spy until he was nice and dry and clean. It was oddly intimate as Wilf looked down at her cute little face, somehow accentuated by her ruined makeup and the sweet smiles she flashed at him whenever their eyes met. “There you go, you better head back first, I need to get myself cleaned up,” she explained, reaching back into her bag to pull out a spare top and a make-up bag.

“Damn Sophie, you really planned this out didn’t you?” Wilf asked, impressed.

Sophie blushed and looked at her feet before replying, “Yeah, I did, I’m just glad that the weather was good today, otherwise I would have had to abandon the plan and god, I really needed your cum Daddy,” she admitted as she straightened out her hair, retightening the bobbles that held the pigtails in place.