Baillee is wearing tight, form fitting pink exercise pants which accent all of her assets. On top, she is wearing a white t-shirt with the word "flirt..." emblazoned on the back in pink lettering. Her curly blonde hair is tied up in a neat pony tail exposing the back of her neck and the simple gold hoop earrings she is wearing.Sean cannot resist the temptation to try and get back at her for the misery she has caused him this day. "Are you trying to fuck with me or are you just an overall pain in. 'Mrs. Sherman looked at her son ? he was right; it was not fair,but there was not a lot she could do about it. The EastwoodDolphin Cheerleaders only had junior programs for girls up to theage of 14, after that, as the cheerleading became more demanding,boys were need for some of the more elaborate and athleticroutines.'Look can't you talk to someone ? Jenny and I have always donestuff together; couldn't I just go to the practices or something;please mum...pleaseeeeee.''Yeah mum... can't we talk. ?Lay on the bed, face up, pull your knees up to your tits and hold them. You cannot move, not even a little bit or I will start the count over.?He leaves the room again and she eagerly gets into position. Returning, he stops to admire the vision this vixen presents. His is not surprised to see the volume of cunt juices glistening and streaming between her crack. Yes, she is absolutely going to enjoy this and frankly, so is he. She is truly a cock-hungry pain-loving whore. Wielding the. But it was too late. The tension was at a peak and I knew it was too late for anything. My foot banged against the door as I came, sending rattling sounds reverberating around the room, and the door shook on its hinges.I came, and came. Oh my god I came. And I didn’t stop. I kept abusing my poor sodden cunt until I couldn’t stand the sensations anymore. I must have yelled or groaned or something, but I don’t remember. Outside my door there was not a sound. Nothing.Could they all have left? And.