All season, Katie and Sophie had been playing with fire. After every big kill or game-winning point, they’d celebrate the same way — a loud, playful ass-pat that always lasted just a heartbeat too long. The team laughed it off as “teamwork,” but the tension between the fierce brunette captain (#14) and her favorite blonde hitter had been simmering hotter with every match.
Tonight, after a dominant playoff victory, that tension finally boiled over.
The locker room had emptied fast. One heated glance from Katie was all it took. She pinned Sophie against the lockers, their mouths crashing together in months of pent-up hunger. Sophie’s hands immediately dropped to worship that thick, juicy bubble butt she’d been obsessing over — groping and kneading it greedily while they made out.
Katie pulled back just enough to purr against her lips, eyes dark with lust. “You like that, don’t you? Been dying to get your hands on it for real…”
Sophie’s eyes fluttered, a blissful smile on her face. “Yes… I do.”
Sophie gave those perfect cheeks two playful, possessive slaps. Katie gasped, then grinned wickedly, grinding her thigh between Sophie’s legs.
“Oh you’re in trouble now, Soph,” she growled, voice low and filthy. “All those little ‘teamwork’ pats on the court… and now you’re slapping my ass like you own it? Keep going and I might bend you over these lockers next…”
By the time they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing hard, lips swollen and eyes sparkling with promise. Katie smirked, giving Sophie’s ass one firm squeeze of her own.
“My place. Ten minutes. And this time… you’re not leaving until I’ve repaid every single one of those pats.”
Sophie bit her lip, already nodding eagerly as they slipped out of the locker room together — their "celebration" was just beginning.
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