Gooner School Team 'Bate!

The cameraman walks in late to meet Sheena Shaw and Tommy King. They wear short blue skirts without panties and high heels that frame their long legs, Sheena's dainty peach and Tommy's full, heavy cheeks. Sunlight bounces across the studio while artistic eye paint makes Tommy's dark eyes even deeper. Sheena never stops talking to the camera, teasing the cameraman for everything he is allowed to see but cannot have. The girls peel their cheeks apart. Tommy's tight rim flutters open, then closes. Sheena leans in and sniffs her friend, close enough for the cameraman to hear her steady inhales. Back on camera they wear tight white dresses and slide tight panties between their buttocks, pulling wedgies that press fabric straight into heat. Sheena oils Tommy's thick backside, rubbing the cool liquid until it runs over each rounded muscle, then works a thick chrome toy inside until soft, wet sounds fill the air, Tommy pushing out more with every press. They twerk side by side; Tommy's ass claps on itself, spreading and closing on a rising beat, her ring now slack and shiny. Sheena drops to her tongue and works wet circles over the same opening. They reach for a double-ended toy, guide both shafts home, and grind their bodies together until every slap fills the room. Dual heads of a long glass rod shine with drool when they slide them down their throats and overfill a bowl with strings of spit, drinking from it in noisy gulps. Both girls now pack tall glass toys into their own stretched holes, the clear length disappearing inch by inch. Tommy rides hers like a piston, her fingers on her clit, thighs quaking until she comes. Their fists push deeper into each other's throats, drool spilling faster, throats fluttering around knuckles. Tommy pours the warm mess across Sheena's lower back and between her parted cheeks. Four fingers, then a fist, open Sheena's ring, working knuckles deep while her muscles grip and release. She licks Tommy's hand clean before Tommy spits into the gape; each exhale forces bright bubbles from the slick tunnel, air and lubricant popping past puffy skin. A black toy as thick as an arm forces Sheena open repeatedly until her spread cheeks can no longer close. Finally she lowers her glistening rear over the cameraman's mouth so every wet, air-filled breath fans his face.