Over the next two weeks, Johan and I became the perfect, filthy s****l partners.
He knew exactly how to touch me, how to talk to me, and how to f**k me until I fell apart. Every night after the World Cup matches, he would take me on the couch, in the kitchen, in the shower — always making sure I came hard, often multiple times. I had become completely addicted to his thick c**k, his deep voice calling me "babygirl," and the dangerous thrill of being his secret slut.
But today was different.
Johan had the morning off from commentating and decided to bring me to the national team's private training facility — his workplace. "I want to show you where Daddy works," he said with a possessive smile as we drove there.
The facility was impressive: pristine grass fields, modern buildi
