“Hey Starr,” I said. Bhabhi droodling?” Celia’s forehead furrowed as she said that last word, her voice rising inflection. I want your baby so badly, Becky!”
“You can have it,” I moaned, my hands grabbing her sports bra and shoving it up to expose her firm, conical tits. “Celia, help me out.”
“Sure,” Celia said. Just follow my lead.” Ashlie turned around and bent over, her cute tush pointed right at me as she didn’t just touch her toes. I squeezed them, her nipples dusky-brown. The pleasure shot to my mind. Everyone was happy, so I just enjoyed myself. Plus we’re outside. I loved it. “I love being a cheerleader!”
The crowd roared the appreciation. I didn’t recognize them. “We’ll whip you into shape.”
“Such yummy shape,” moaned Starr. I groaned. “You knocked up the whole team!” she said, not angry, but actually excited. My dick throbbed.
