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Watching her handle a stiff shaft out here is easily my favorite part of the game.

Put her in zero gravity and let her arch — torso turning slow, tits drifting up off her chest, hair floating, lips parted, just soft breathing on the track. Static cam, nothing else in frame, nothing to look at but her.

Took my five topless cheerleaders down to the lake before GameDay — blonde in the middle on her knees taking him deep while the rest of the squad presses in shoulder to shoulder, tits out, laughing under the full moon. Cookies and whipped cream on me.

Cap says it all — I swallow. Twilight at the lot, cum still on my chin, pierced tits out for the drivers. Trophy's mine tonight.

Made her jump just to watch them bounce, then cup and squeeze the whole handful. That demonic little giggle at the end got me. Sound on.

Won't you be my neighbor?

Sienna the red hair cheerleader waiting on the court in nothing but that little pleated skirt and heels, breasts bare, giving you that look like she already knows who's taking her home. Hard to argue with the pick.