Emori Gets Pounded Hard in Her Cheer Outfit

The gym was empty, just the sound of sneakers on wood as Emori stretched in her tiny cheer skirt. Mike couldn’t take his eyes off her curves, and when she smiled back, it was over. She dropped to her knees, sucking him deep before bending over for more. He fingered her, rimmed her softly, then drove his cock inside until she moaned his name. Their sweaty, moaning bodies moved in rhythm until she came hard and he finished across her face — a cheer practice she’ll never forget.