Half-Time Help

Destiny drags wounded cheerleader Leah into the locker room. Leah tweaked her leg under the lights. Destiny drops to her knees like it's protocol, then starts sucking Leah's painted toes instead of taping the ankle. Leah arches, hips jerking, and pumps a thick rope of cum straight across Destiny's cheek. Rival cheerleader Andylynn walks in mid-shot, pom-poms still in her fists. She drops them, shoves two fingers into Leah, and the three of them tangle on the bench—sweaty uniforms, open mouths, desperate hands. Half-time turns filthy fast.