Football and Fisting

The annual football trip to see my husband’s team play started off well enough

Though this Team Up against Human Trafficking ad in the Las Vegas airport does make me wonder how many yards you lose on the football field for it. Whoring! 5 yards!

An uneventful flight to Columbia, Missiouri to watch the Bullalo Bulls play the local team.

I give it to Missou, the Zou really knows how to do college football…

Who else brings out fire poles for the introduction of the teams?!?

The cheer team and band were world class…

Which is a lot more than I can say for my team which got creamed 38-0.

After the game we rode the team bus back to the hotel

And I took advantage of my husband who’d had way too many beers at the tailgate…

Sticking my hand up his ass and sucking his cock while he was way too drunk to resist me.

Then fisting him as his legs slowly lowered from the increasing intoxication of the weed pill and poppers.

He was close to passed out by the time I shot the last video…

Then down to the lobby for a cigarette and to enjoy the wonder of seven bats flying around the flagpole at night. Anyone know what bats signify in Augury?

Then flying back to Vegas with weirdly actual size snacks on the airplane? First time in my life “Not Actual Size” was the lie.

Videos taken September 7, 2024.