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A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure
Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: mrsterygor, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
hands. I smacked my dick on her ass a few times. A few drops of semen suddenly flew out of my cock and onto the back of her skirt. "Whoops!" I exclaimed. Thankfully, Becca giggled. "It's okay," she said, as she pulled her top on. "I'm used to feeling moist under this tiny skirt. As a matter of fact, I actually prefer it this way." She stared at me and frowned. I still hadn't put on any clothes. "You should probably get dressed," she said. "You don't want to miss the game now, do you?" "Uh... yeah, right," I said. "The game. Cause that's what I was watching." Becca giggled at my remark. "Just letting you know, I hope you never quit your job," she said. "Keep coming to the games, and I'll keep making you cum. And this cheerleader... well, she never breaks her promises." She grabbed her panties, wiped my cum off her skirt, and slid them back on. I couldn't wait to pull that thing off of her and play with that pussy again. "I'll see you at the game tonight, big boy," she said. "I hope you enjoy the show." Becca walked over to me and gave me a nice big ... kiss. She was delicious, and I was happy that she was willing to let me have her body. Once our lips had separated, Becca walked out of my room, headed downstairs, and left my apartment. I went to the game that night, but the only person that I saw and thought about was Becca. I watched her stretch and practice her routines. I watched her cheer in that skimpy uniform, gawking at her boobs, ass, and crotch. I watched her give me naughty looks as I gazed down at her from the stands. I don't know how the game ended. I don't even know what the final score was. Hell, I don't even know if I hit the record button on the damn camera. All I knew was that Becca was extremely sexy. I knew that I was willing to do anything to keep this real-life fantasy going. I knew that I was very happy to have someone as amazing as her in my life. And most importantly, I knew that I truly did love Saturdays. I loved not having to go to class. I loved being able to drink beer. I loved being able to watch football. I loved getting to spend time with Becca. But the greatest thing about Saturday was having at least one day of each week be filled with cheerleader pleasure.