Not evering is soccer

10/10 spelling on the title

What the fuck

I never understood Soccer. However, basketball is my cup of tea. I love to see the tall handsome African American players sweat and display skill. During the games, I imagine that one of them will be pounding my wife in front of me while I am in my chair watching. The steam from their love-making fogs up my glasses, but I can only keep wiping them as I cannot remove them because I do not want to miss a second of the player's powerful thrusts entering her. Also, her loud moans echo our apartment that the neighbors bang on the wall telling me and the Mrs. to stop. They would every call out our names. This feels me with glee as I am honored to think that another man would believe that little olde me who stands 5-foot-3 could pleasure her in that way. The African-American's player's ebony skin will glisten from the sweat that he and my wife are producing. I will be there standing with a towel to wipe them down. I will collect the sweat in a jar for a tasty beverage later.