My pussy clamped down on the slick surface, buffing it clean of my asshole. Indian hot sex “Ooh, yes, yes, you got to fuck her,” Starr moaned, crawling forward, her pussy sliding off my dick with a wet plop. “Wait, I thought you were allergic to men’s cum.”
“Allergic?” I asked as Sabrina hurried forward, her naked, flushed body so eager to be enjoyed. “You are the fucking best, Becky!”
“I know,” I said, shivering, drinking the intoxicating rush of all my cheering fans. She had such a naughty look in her eyes. You’re breeding our rival.”
“Go, Becky!” Mei Wen moaned, the Chinese cheerleader trembling, her ass pressed into Immaculada’s brown rump, both flushed-face and panting. Breed me!” howled Sabrina before she went back to feasting on my teammate’s cunt. As I drew back my hips, the tip of Ashlie’s dildo nuzzled into the lips of my pussy, her toy sticking through the pleated folds of my skirt. My back straightened, my nipples poking at my dress, my pussy so wet and juicy, and my futa-cock thrusting hard against my skirt.
