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09/26/11(Mon)19:16 No.30031797Somebody requested the Spitfire clop in the last thread, so here you go:
You can see her sweating a storm beneath her uniform. Her glistening skin is complemented well by the latex hugging her every curve. After wiping her her forehead, she unzips the front of her suit, allowing her toned stomach and generous cleavage to peek out. Yes, you're still in the locker room, but you can't help yourself. You wrap your arms around her waist from behind, and you make sure she's aware of how aroused you are. Not yet big boy, she tells you. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you to the shower. She peels her bodysuit off, putting her perfect body - and the fact that she's a natural redhead - on display. Both of you jump into the shower stall. In no time, your hands are all over each other. You lather up her body, rubbing over her large breasts and toned butt. She pays special attention between your legs, rubbing the soap to and fro until you're harder than you believed possible. A few sloppy kisses later, she bends over, presenting herself to you. She wants it just like a Wonderbolts show: fast and hard. You grab her hips and ram her without mercy. The hot water cascades down both your bodies, warming you as your bodies warm each other. With every thrust she screams, masking the sound of wet flesh slapping on flesh. Her warmth coaxes you, compelling you to come. As you teeter on the height of pleasure, she pulls away from you. She drops to her knees and strokes you a few times. You ejaculate all over her face, a finale that she's always enjoyed. The two of you wash off for real, resisting the urge for an encore. As you two step out, you see one of her teammates, with a girl with the weirdest dye job you've ever see. He rolls his eyes and tells you that the two of you could at least try to keep it down. She gives a wicked grin and lets her towel fall to the floor. She suggests making it a party for four. |
