FOOTBALL IMAGINES

thigh riding | erling haaland*

you always got worked up watching erling play.his big frame running around the pitch, using his strength, and his size to help him play his game. his shorts riding up his legs slightly as he flew into a tackle, exposing his huge thighs.you were sat on your sofa, watching your boyfriend play on the big screen in front of you.wearing only his man city shirt and a pair of lace underwear.your hand runs down your body, over your sensitive nipples, towards your core.your hand slides in between the lacy fabric and your soaking core just as the game ends.you slide a finger into yourself, getting wetter at the thought that your boyfriend will be here with you soon. pumping your finger in and out of yourself slowly, you wait somewhat patiently for erling to return.by the time erling had walked through the door, you were there on the sofa, legs spread, underwear long forgotten about thrown somewhere across the room, fingers resting inside of you."what do we have here?" erling's deep voice spread throughout the room. you hadn't even heard him come through the door, you head snapping around to look at him at the sound of his voice. you looked at him with innocent eyes, confidence taking over you, the thoughts that you had had about him in the past hour coming back to the forefront of your mind. "need some help?" he asked, walking around the sofa so he could be stood in front of you.you look up at him with doe eyes, nodding your head as you bite your lip, your hand trailing back down to your heat.erling grabs your hand before you can find your clit again. "no, it's my turn."he leans down, lifting you off of the sofa, so he can turn around and sit down with you on his lap, placing your legs on either side of his thigh.you arousal sticking to his thigh, the slight friction as you adjust yourself to a more comfortable elicits a whimper from your mouth."ride my thigh, baby," he whispers against your lips, before capturing them in a deep kiss, his hands going down to your hips encouraging your movements.you start rocking against his thigh, eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head."did you get all worked up watching me play?" he teases, your eyebrows scrunch together in pleasure, already so close to your climax. "that's it, cum for me baby," he urges you on, you moan loudly as your body shakes against him, leaning your body on his."don't close your eyes yet, baby," he says, watching your eyelids flutter closed. "i'm not done with you."