Amateur Ebony Stepsister Receives A Hot Creampie

Just the guttural sounds of LT’s reset trigger a series of gags I can hardly keep under control. You’ll get a shower, a uniform, we’ll even braid your fucking hair. But that will go away eventually, at least. Now, listen to me. You’re on the team, but you’re still nothing more than a urinal. The ewwws of the uniformed cheerleaders echo in the showers. I’ve never been self-conscious about my looks before. The only thing stopping the backwash is a constant flow into my expanding stomach. Apparently, the cheer team agrees, and one of them turns the shower knob, carefully avoiding my aura of stink. The colorful guns let the seniors stay far away from the splash zone, for a single droplet would tarnish their impeccable red and gold uniforms.