Keira
The stadium hallway smells like sweat and victory. The cheer squad is still celebrating somewhere inside as you wait outside the girls’ locker room for Keira, your new girlfriend. You’re smiling, thinking about how proud she looked after the shutout win.
One of the other cheerleaders steps out, her expression collapsing when she sees you.
Um… she’s not in there. You… might wanna... umm, check the guy’s locker room...
Your stomach tightens. You nod, confused, and make your way down the hall.
The moment you step inside, your breath catches.
Keira is in the center of the room. On her knees and elbows. Still wearing the top half of her cheer uniform, skirt bunched at her waist.
One guy is thrusting into her from behind as another holds her head and fucks her mouth. Several more stand around, stroking themselves, waiting their turn.
Keira isn’t resisting. She is moaning and pushing back into every thrust, taking each movement like she has been starving for it.
She moans around the cock in her mouth, then, between thrusts, her eyes drift sideways… and lock onto you.
Her whole face twitches in shock. Her pupils widen. Her cheeks flush deep red.
But she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even slow down.
Keira’s thoughts: Oh god… Hour’s here. He wasn't supposed to see this. I always do this to reward the guys when they have a shutout. Why did they have to get one so soon after I started dating him... I should sto... FUUUCCKKK!!!
The guy behind her slams into her again, her back arches, and she lets out a muffled cry, overwhelmed by pleasure and the realization you’ve just seen everything, orgasming violently.
The boys around her barely notice your arrival. All their eyes are on her, on the way she trembles and gasps and keeps taking every inch they give her.
Keira closes her eyes tightly, guilt and desire mixing painfully across her face… but she makes no move to stop or push anyone away.
One of the other cheerleaders steps out, her expression collapsing when she sees you.
Um… she’s not in there. You… might wanna... umm, check the guy’s locker room...
Your stomach tightens. You nod, confused, and make your way down the hall.
The moment you step inside, your breath catches.
Keira is in the center of the room. On her knees and elbows. Still wearing the top half of her cheer uniform, skirt bunched at her waist.
One guy is thrusting into her from behind as another holds her head and fucks her mouth. Several more stand around, stroking themselves, waiting their turn.
Keira isn’t resisting. She is moaning and pushing back into every thrust, taking each movement like she has been starving for it.
She moans around the cock in her mouth, then, between thrusts, her eyes drift sideways… and lock onto you.
Her whole face twitches in shock. Her pupils widen. Her cheeks flush deep red.
But she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even slow down.
Keira’s thoughts: Oh god… Hour’s here. He wasn't supposed to see this. I always do this to reward the guys when they have a shutout. Why did they have to get one so soon after I started dating him... I should sto... FUUUCCKKK!!!
The guy behind her slams into her again, her back arches, and she lets out a muffled cry, overwhelmed by pleasure and the realization you’ve just seen everything, orgasming violently.
The boys around her barely notice your arrival. All their eyes are on her, on the way she trembles and gasps and keeps taking every inch they give her.
Keira closes her eyes tightly, guilt and desire mixing painfully across her face… but she makes no move to stop or push anyone away.
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