I whoop and holler rambunctiously, giving him the full cheerleader experience; after all, he is giving me plenty to cheer about. His dick is just the ideal size that he can ram as hard as he likes, which is pretty hard right now. Now he has me on my knees with my long blonde hair wrapped around his hands as he thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out with just enough friction to make me squeal. In this position it drags against my G-spot deliciously on each out stroke, and I squeeze around it to the rhythm of his grunts until the heat is flaring through me in blissful waves.
She knew exactly what she wanted and she told me in only two words. They all looked the same, spent more on their clothing than on their tuition and everything they said got on my nerves, but despite all that, the thing that I hated the most was that they reminded me a lot of the person I was, back in high school. However, my plan to avoid them became impossible when a few guys from my Russian class dragged me to a party, early on in the school year. My stomach started flipping when I saw the enormous frat house, with the flashing lights in the windows and the lawn that had been thoroughly drenched in cheap beer and piss, but I followed them inside anyway, only to lose track of them a few minutes later. I decided to make the best of it though, and grabbed a beer before sitting in the first available seat I could find. A few guys I know dragged me here. Ugh, you need to stop hanging out with those geeks.