Thursday afternoon, I was back, eager to play with my Lionesses. How did that slut know what cum smelled like? Anal sex Breeze roared, looking at the girls. Their slim legs flashed as they jumped and spun and kicked. “Are you suckin’ ghost cock?” Marybeth asked, her voice full of heat. It was heavenly. Marybeth kissed at Ursula and purred, “Just for you, sugar.”
“Knock it off!” Latonya snapped. God forgive me, but fuck my cunt! Behind me the cheerleaders started up another chant:
“Up and down, our girls don’t mess around,
because our cunts are the best
put our pussies to the test! But the football team ain’t got no complaints from me!”
Her cheermates were almost back to the school, and it wouldn’t be long before they were racing back with help. Then I pushed in slowly, delighting in the tight feel of her cunt as it gave way before my pressing pecker. “We are,” Ursula giggled, her jugs jiggling as she sat up. Or maybe she has been giving favors to the football team.
