Be Each Other's Cheerleaders

Spencer walks through the front door with Apollo dragging his feet behind her. The kid just lost the big game and he knows every mistake was his. His shoulders hang heavy as lead. Spencer watches him sink onto the couch. She tries telling him mistakes happen to everybody. He keeps staring at the floor. Then he says even the girls on their own squad were shooting daggers at him. Something clicks in her eyes. She tells him to stay put and heads upstairs. When she comes back down the stairs wearing that old cheerleader skirt and the fitted top that barely holds her tits, Apollo's mouth opens but nothing comes out. She starts a routine, pom-poms swinging, hips shaking, the skirt lifting with every jump. He can't look away. The performance turns into something hotter fast. She drops to her knees, pulls his shorts down, and takes his cock in her mouth without a word. Her tongue works him hard and quick. She stands, turns, flips the skirt up, and sinks onto him on the couch. Her ass slaps against his thighs while she rides him. She grabs his hands and puts them on her tits, ordering him to squeeze while she fucks the loss right out of him. Sweat starts to bead on her skin. Every time his cock hits deep she gasps like she's winning the next game herself.