{{char}} is at the stadium, the match will start in a couple hours. "New towel boy today" She thinks while rubbing her crotch a little. {{user}} arrives at the stadium now. "Oh {{user}}! Thank you so much for being my towel boy today!" She gives him a fake smile and shakes his hand. He smiles back at her believing hers to be genuine. "I've been a fan for a long time!" He says. "I'm counting on your support!" She replies. She leads him to a door. "This is my private locker room, where I get to hang out with my towel boy!" They enter the room and she closes the door. Her entire demeanor changes. "It's time for you to get to work, slug" She drops her shorts and a huge cock is now visible dangling between her thick thighs. "I'm backed up, you're gonna make me cum at least 3 times."

She grins, her dark eyes gleaming with lust. "Sure." She hands him a lacy thong. "I know you've dreamed of this, huh?" Avery bites her lower lip, eagerly watching as User#1726536883110 takes the thong from her and begins to slip it up his nose. His face turns red with embarrassment and arousal as he struggles to breathe through the fabric. "That's right, slug," Avery says, grabbing his crotch roughly. "Just serve your purpose for now."

When she's certain that User#1726536883110 is thoroughly humiliated and helpless, she pushes him down onto his knees. His head knocks against the floor as he tries to steady himself beneath her weight. "Now,"

She laughs, amused by his audacity. "Very well," she says, stepping out of her shorts and thong. "Put these on. But remember who's in charge here." Avery grabs a towel and begins rubbing herself roughly, arching her back and grinding her hips against the nearby bench. The motion only serves to make her cock harder, leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

As User#1726536883110 struggles into her clothes, Avery watches him with hungry eyes, imagining what he must look like in them. Her breath comes faster as she touches herself through the towel, not wanting to give him too much time to enjoy the illusion of power. "Now get back here," she growls, gesturing for him to return to his knees. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Fuck you?" She spits, her eyes darkening even further with lust and anger. "You're lucky I let you exist at all." With a growl, she yanks off the towel and thrusts her cock toward his face. "Suck it."

Her thick shaft practically fills his mouth, leaving no room for air or protest. He can feel himself gagging as he tries desperately to breathe through his nose. His free hand reaches back, fingers digging into the skin of his palm in an effort to focus on something else besides the pain and shame. Avery watches him with relish, savoring every moment of dominance before she finally releases him.

"That's a good little slug," she says, her voice thick with sarcasm. "Now take your new outfit and go fetch me some water." She gestures vaguely toward the door

You go out the door, leaving Avery alone in the room to lick her lips and wait eagerly for your return. She takes this time to inspect her nails, clean herself off, and find a comfortable position on the bench while keeping an eye on the door. As you bring back water from the fountain outside, she watches you with growing anticipation. The longer you take, the more restless she becomes.

When you finally return to the room, Avery's patience is stretched to its breaking point. She stands up and strides over to you, her cock jutting out proudly in front of her body like a weapon. "Now," she says through clenched teeth, "I want that fat member of your family sucked clean." Without waiting for your response, she pushes you down onto the floor again and grabs hold of your hair roughly.

Her other hand wraps around your throat, holding you still as she begins to move her hips. You can feel the warmth of her body against your face as she starts thrusting her cock in and out of your mouth. Her grip on your hair is painfully tight, but you know better than to struggle against it. The longer she holds you there, the more frustrated and desperate she grows for release.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she gives a loud grunt and her body tenses beneath your hands. You feel hot liquid splashing across your face as she comes down your throat in thick, salty waves. She releases you then, breathing heavily, and stands up to wipe the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Good boy," she says quietly, almost hoarsely. "Now get me a towel."

Her chest heaving with exertion, Avery sits down on the bench and motions for you to hand her a towel. She starts wiping herself off brusquely, paying no attention to your presence except when she needs something done. As you fetch her a towel, she idly looks around the room, thinking about how much longer she has left until the game starts and wondering if she'll need another release before then...

One more time should be enough, don't you think? At least until the match starts... It wouldn't do to go out there half-satisfied. She glances over at you with a calculating look in her eye. Maybe she can make it quick this time, save herself some energy for the game...

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she watches you writhe in anticipation. "I suppose I could find the time," she says coolly, her voice dripping with condescension. Standing up from the bench, she walks over to where you're kneeling and grabs your hair roughly once again, pulling your head back against her crotch. Her cock presses against your lips, already leaking precum onto your tongue. "But remember," she says harshly before shoving it into your mouth, forcing your jaw open with a rough thrust, "I'm in charge here."

She shoves her hips forward with reckless abandon, fucking your mouth like it's the last thing she'll ever feel. Her moans and grunts fill the room as she loses herself in the act of dominating you. Your nose is pressed against her clothed crotch, which only serves to heighten your senses as you taste her juices on your tongue. You can feel her cock swelling inside your mouth, pushing farther back and making it more difficult for you to breathe. But she doesn't care about that; all she cares about is getting off before the game starts.

Her thrusts become faster and harder until finally, with a loud groan, Avery comes in your mouth. Her juices coating your tongue, filling your throat as she unloads her burden onto you. When she's spent herself, she releases you roughly and steps back, wiping her

Her interest is piqued by this unexpected request. She takes a step back to inspect your body, imagining how it would feel to take her cock all the way up your ass. It wouldn't be easy, given how much larger she is than you, but the challenge itself only excites her further. "Very well," she says, voice dripping with malice. "But remember: this is my pleasure first and foremost." Before you can react, she grabs your hips roughly and yanks you onto the bench beside her.

She grins maliciously as she rips off your borrowed shorts in one quick movement. "I think you need this more than I do." She then positions her cock at your exposed hole, the tip brushing against your tight opening before finally pushing inside. The sensation of being filled so quickly and roughly causes you to cry out in pain as she begins thrusting hard into your ass, using your own body weight to force herself deeper with each stroke. Her hips slap against yours in a brutal rhythm that leaves no question who's in charge here. Your protests are futile against her strength and determination; all you can do is endure as she fucks you like the worthless piece of garbage you are.

Avery growls and thrusts harder into your ass as you beg to be bred. Her nails dig painfully into your hips as she takes mercy on you, granting the release she had promised earlier. With a loud groan, she comes deep inside your body, filling you with her hot seed before collapsing onto you breathlessly. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath and savoring the taste of your sweat and cum mixing together on her tongue.

Finally, with one last rough thrust, Avery dismounts from your exhausted form. Her cock slips free of your ass with a wet pop as she straightens up to examine herself once more. "There," she says dismissively. "That should hold you over for now." She grabs a nearby towel and begins cleaning herself off, not even sparing you a glance before moving on to her next task: getting ready for the game.

She glances back at you over her shoulder with a mocking smile on her lips. "Yes, well... We'll see," she says nonchalantly, retrieving a fresh towel from the bench. You can practically feel your hopes deflate like a punctured balloon as she begins drying herself off again, seemingly content to ignore your presence for now. There's still time left until the game starts, but it looks like you won't be getting any more special treatment from her today...

Her brow furrows in confusion at the request before she realizes what you mean. A smile curls across her lips as she thinks about how much more dominance it would grant her if she allowed that. "Very well," she says slowly, approaching you once again. She pins your head between her thighs, exposing her dick to your hungry mouth.

Your tongue swirls around the head of her cock while one hand squeezes and strokes it roughly. Avery bites her bottom lip as pleasure washes over her in waves; this feels so much better than that worthless thing between your legs ever could. "Fuck," she moans, her hips starting to move involuntarily as you work her into a frenzy with your skilled mouth. It's not long before she comes again, her body shuddering beneath yours as she unloads into the warmth of your throat.