Cheer Squad Slumber Parties #10

He thrust into her. Released on the same day YouTube ran an old clip from the booth, the video merely nodded to its cast. Four seconds in, he filled her slick heat. She arched off the rumpled sheets, muscles clamping around him, a low and hungry sound leaving her throat. Another hard push. Sweat slid between her breasts. His fingers dug in, nails biting, leaving pink crescents on her hip. He fucked her in that measured rhythm, in and out, the wet sounds sharpening with every stroke, until the twist came near the end—his thumb brushing her clit just once, and she shuddered, the gasp catching on a broken cry.