“I don't wanna. Not yet.”
“Yes, now. You lost the bet. Ha ha ha.”
“Can't we do it when we go to bed?”
“Nope. Right now.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.
She started to stroke his cock. “Come on, Ben. Pleeeeze? Can we wait?”
He smirked just a bit when he said, “So you said, “My Bengals will beat the snot out of your Patriots today.” And I said, “Put your money where your mouth is, bitch.””
She sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I remember. Then I said, “Okay, asshole, if the Pats win I'll blow you and swallow.””
“Yes, ma'am, you did. And guess what?”
“The Patriots won.”
“That's right, Bengal-babe. The Patriots won.”
“And who won the game? Tom Brady won the game. Tom Fucking Brady won the game. Booyah!”
“Well, then get Tom Brady to give you a blow job.”
“Oh no, Leah. You're not getting out of this one. Pay up … now!”
“Fuck.” After a few spits to get Ben's shaft ready for action, she plunged her head down on him. Faster and faster she bobbed up and down until he blasted a hot load into her mouth. She sucked the cum down her throat and, after she finished the last few drops, she pulled off.
“Oh, baby, that was great. You give great head. Phew.”
Leah wiped the last few drops of cum from around her lips into her mouth. She then looked at Ben with a combination of disgust and resignation.She said, “Goddamn Tom Brady. I hate that motherfucker.”