Tiny Cheer Captain Cooch

Cassidy Klein stretches like she means it. Tiny body. Huge bend. That’s when our guy starts staring. Hard. She’s going to lead the squad this year, wants rehearsal on every angle, so he offers a hand—says clothes only get in the way. She peels the uniform off right there, folds down, and gets busy throat-deep on his thick cock. He grabs her waist, hoists her like she weighs nothing, and slams her down on it. She rides every inch, gasping on each drop, then grins while he paints her stomach white. Best captain the squad’s ever had.