Though the cameras of the world were pointing his way, the
German football manager couldn’t resist reaching deep inside his trousers to scoop up some of the sweaty discharge that had collected deep inside his arse crack. As he drew his gruby fingers towards his mouth he inhaled deeply, the intoxicating aroma of last nights spunk and this morning’
s skid marks filled his nostrils. ‘Who cares about the score when you have all this delicious man
muck collecting in your
pants!?’ He sighed