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The Footballer (Audio Script)
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He’s always been a little full of himself, but now that he just scored the match-winning goal and broken a league record, she knows he’s going to be on an ego trip like no other. This reporter has interviewed the world’s most famous footballer plenty of times before, but something about this time feels different, something about the way he’s looking at her. Hunky Male Audio Porn ✅ romantic Audio for Women ✅ Sex with a Soccer Player ✅ Sexy American Accent
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Come on…
where are you?
It’s been half an hour.
You… yeah, you confirmed the time and place.
Post-match interview in the locker rooms at 1:30…
So where the hell are you?
Definitely wouldn’t be the first time you conveniently forgot to show up for one of our interviews.
Now I’m just sitting here, alone, staring at this awful gray row of lockers.
Kind of ironic that your jersey is hanging on the hook by the door, but you’re nowhere to be found.
So much for the feature I promised my editor.
Might have to call her and let her know…
If you hadn’t just broken the league record for most goals scored in a single game then I’d be halfway out the door already.
But I guess I should stick around a little bit longer just in case you do show up…
“I’m here!
I’m here!”
“Hey.”
“Late as usual.”
“I know, I’m sorry.
Lots of press out there.
But I couldn’t leave my favorite journalist hanging.”
“I’d hate to tear you from your adoring public.
I can’t say I blame them.
You are the man of the moment, after all.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks.
It was a team effort, though.
I’ve got to give all the credit to Baptiste.
He was the one who did the last run. I just assisted.”
You sit next to me on the bench and lean forward with your forearms on your thighs.
You look boyish, like you’re not used to being in a suit that nice.
And then there’s that roguish little smile.
You know I completely fold when you do that.
“Can you forgive me?”
“Just this once.”
“Thanks.
So, uh, interview?”
“Yes. Interview.
I did have some questions prepared.
But after tonight, I don’t think the fans really want to read about your childhood or your morning training routine.”
“Well, as usual, I’m an open book.
So, ask me anything.”
You lean towards me, flashing me those mock puppy dog eyes you do whenever I’m mad at you.
It’s always been like this between us.
You drive me insane most of the time.
But it’s all in good fun.
Before we met, I didn’t actually like you that much.
I thought your tricky footwork was bad sportsmanship.
Like you were scheming your way to the title of football star as opposed to actually earning it.
The press wasn’t exactly kind to you at the time.
They were always making you out to be some kind of big-spender-playboy-type.
And then I actually met you.
You really surprised me with how down-to-earth you actually are.
You’re still very much a flirt.
And you are really hot.
But, you’re a nice guy.
Not flashy like some other big-time players.
I like you.
“Mind if I record?”
“Be my guest.”
I put my phone in between us and you slide a little closer.
Very close.
I catch a hint of your heady cologne and…
whew.
Made my head swim a little there.
God, you smell good…
“Okay, so…
you’re officially in the finals and now you’re the top goal scorer in league history.
Congratulations. How do you feel?”
“I’m on top of the world.
It still hasn’t sunk in.”
“Yeah, I mean, it was some of the best football I’ve ever seen.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.
The goal you scored from midfield?
C’mon, you’re a shoo-in for the Golden Boot, for sure.
No pun intended.”
“Well, I was trying to impress you.
Did it work?”
“Yeah.
Consider me impressed.”
The way you’re looking at me…
Like you actually meant what you said.
I’m so used to us just joking around, but right now I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.
“You know, I was really looking forward to this.”
“To what?”
“Talking to you now.
That’s why I left the press outside.”
“Oh, come on.
All that adoration outside and you want to talk to me?”
“Yeah.
You’re no-nonsense.
You keep me on my toes.
I like you.
And if I’m right, which I usually am, you like me too.”
You inch a little closer to me.
My phone is the only thing between us, the only thing keeping us from touching.
You pick up my phone, stop recording and place it back in my bag.
You shift closer and our thighs touch.
“Was that… a question?”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
My chest tightens a little and my breath feels like it’s stuck in my throat.
Am I hallucinating?
Did you really just say that?
I really, really hope you’re not joking with me, but… I wouldn’t put it past you.
I mean, you’re not cruel like that.
But I could see you saying something outrageous like that just to get a rise out of me.
“Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong.”
“Off the record?
You… might be… a little right.”
“Now I know you must really like me, because you take every opportunity to tell me I’m wrong.”
“What… where are you going with this?
I’m trying to work here and you’re… messing with me.”
“I’m not messing with you.
Scout’s honor.
I just want to get to know you a little better.
No cameras.
No recording devices.
Just… us.”
“So you are a good kisser…”
“The press prints a lot of lies about me, but… yeah, that one’s true.”
My hands slide up your chest to your tie.
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