A rough, physical game. Each had fouled the other; fought against the other and against the growing need to touch each other, follow their mounting desire…
… alone now, in a dark corner deep in the Allianz Arena catacombs. Passion overflows, wild kisses bruise lips, shirts are torn open. Grinding against each other, Rosenberg reaches down, pulls Demichelis’ zipper, and…
… nothing.
Stubborn fucking zipper!!
Frantic yanking, fumbling. Until Baumann’s voice echoes down the corridor, calling him…
… forcing him to leave behind a panting, frustrated Demichelis leaning against the wall, his impossibly throbbing cock cruelly imprisoned in his jeans.
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For any of you wondering where I get these plot bunnies from: Demichelis was *all over* Rosenberg during last week's Bayern vs. Bremen game!
Demichelis jumps Rosenberg
The two of them having more close contact