Cheerleader Overload

The squad's back. Ten years after claiming regionals, Sophia, Audrey, Taylor, Adira and Kyla are squeezing themselves back into tiny cheer skirts and cropped tops. One shy teen, Gunnar Bishop, climbs a ladder for a better look—bad move. They drag him inside, lock the doors and unzip reality. Sophia rams two fingers down his briefs first; Audrey laughs as he hardens in her grip. Taylor grabs a leg and mounts him, Kyla's tongue already circling his balls. Audrey's boobs smother the grin on Gunnar's face while Adira rides reverse cowgirl, skirts bouncing. Sophia keeps score with every moan—ten years, ten cheer cocks ignored, zero plans to stop now. They trade positions like it’s still halftime: tongues here, fists there, thick thighs pinning him flat while they talk cheer slogans mid-fuck. When he finally begs and empties, they cake themselves with it, slap asses like pom-poms, and promise him one more round before the sun comes up.