When he’d first heard about his brother’s professional football contract, his immediate feelings had been of overwhelming jealousy. “I heard about your brother getting signed up professionally,” Macey smiled, looking up at the big hunk of a football player. He’d heard that she had been a gymnast before taking on physiotherapy and Scott had yet to come across a single girl with that sort of flexibility who wasn’t fucking awesome in bed. He listened to her speaking, imagining those pretty lips of hers sliding over his dick. Scott’s mind raced with all of the dirty things he wanted to do with her. And she was so fucking hot, with those tits and pert, round butt, together with that tiny little waist. All those oils being rubbed into his muscular body she wouldn’t be able to resist climbing up onto that table with him. He’d only agreed to an appointment with the physio so that he could have her hands running down his body, working his shoulders and back. Scott perched himself against the doorframe, pumping his bicep and staring down at Macey with a flirtatious smile.
