My five cheerleader roommates get me ready for the big game in the shower — one on her knees, one in my arms, the rest just washing my body. Wet, loud, and no music but the sounds we make.
Jen's got her hands full—and her mouth fuller. Roommates found the perfect midnight snack, and she's not wasting a bite. Wet pops, deep throat, and grinding hips till she's had her fill.
Jen's learning a lot from her two new roommates — both roommates, both holes, zero chill. Sweat, rhythm, and that flushed look for the camera. She is going to enjoy living with her two new roommates.
Getting acquainted with her new roommates on the rooftop—she is already so full, and they're not done with her yet.
Hands-on lesson — Sergeant teaching me how to preform a proper strip search, how to detain someone in handcuffs, how to use my mouth in public, how to keep someone secure in the backseat and lots more.
First shift on the force and my sergeant already has me on my knees for overtime. She guides me in herself, moaning as my hands find her bare chest. No refusing an order from her.
Bye week means exploring every fantasy with my cheer squad — rooftop syrup, backseat cuffs, gym mat, pool, and a little roughness. They're as eager as I am.
POV of the blonde cheerleader grinding down slow, gripping his shoulders and never breaking eye contact with the lens — tears still wet on her cheeks. He pulls out and leaves a thick rope across her ass while the other four lean in and touch. This is the clip I forgot to upload.
Five College cheer girls, one lucky guy, and zero swimsuits. This is how we run our College Football bye week beach day. 🔥
Jennifer works up a sweat before her starting work — riding him hard while a second set of hands pulls her deeper. Wet friction, arched back, gasping for it under the warm light. This is how she gets her cardio in.
My five college cheerleaders know exactly how to get me hyped. Jessica's pressed against me with that smirk, while the rest work my body — steam, water, and every curve slick. Ready for kickoff, but barely walking out of here.
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.
