Cum eating phone sex story time! The college bell tower sounded midnight as Venus walked inside the athletic facility, her shoes tapping on the marble entryway. Three years of pretending to study in the library’s private carrels had led to this – her true graduation present to herself. Tonight, the university’s star cheerleader would finally understand what a facial actually meant as the whole starting lineup expressed their thanks. Venus’s breath fogged the locker room door as she paused for dramatic effect. Inside, the aroma of cologne and masculine perspiration caused her thighs to push together. When she eventually pushed through, 18 heads sprang up from the seats and lockers. “It’s test time, boys,” she murmured, allowing her letterman jacket to fall over her shoulders. “What’s a good way to express appreciation to your team’s biggest supporter?”
The players surrounded her in a semicircle as if they were performing a dance. Etiquette appeared to require audience involvement, as hands instantly began claiming territory – one tangling in her blonde hair, another palming her cheer skirt, and three more manipulating the buttons of her crop top. Venus arched into the contact, her honor student mind already documenting each texture: the quarterback’s championship ring cool against her breast, the kicker’s calloused fingertips rough on her inner thigh.
When the first cock hit her lips, she was taken aback by its warmth. She immediately discovered that this procedure required synchronized stimulation; while she sucked the tight tip between her teeth, someone’s large fingers discovered her moist pussy. The vibrations caused a hissing sound above her as Venus gasped around the intrusion. The football player smeared her lipstick with his thumb and laughed, “That’s it, valedictorian, prove your salutatorian work ethic to us.”
They moved in her lips like a horrible clockwork, with each push deeper than the last. This made her so excited for cum eating phone sex, she was going to swallow so many loads tonight! Another player entered the rotation, complicating logistics. Venus lost count midway between the harsh taste of cum and the sting of having her hair tugged. Her knees hurt against the tile, but the discomfort only amplified the thrill coiling in her lower abdomen. The slick slap of flesh on skin reverberated off the lockers as she finger-fucked herself to their beat.
When they eventually hauled her to the training table, Venus’s makeup had traveled southward. She knew that this demanded precise positioning; they curled her legs back until her ankles touched her ears, transforming her into a flawless canvas. The first scorching burst took her by surprise, turning her left cheekbone white. The second came as she gasped, her wide lips full of salty victory. Venus swallowed avidly as a third rope ran over her brow like a bizarre honor medal.
Venus resembled a frosted cookie at the end of the game, with glazed eyes fluttering and cum trickling from her chin into her still-heaving chest. The squad burst into cheers as she sat up, bewildered but triumphant. “Extra credit?” she moaned, wiping a glob off her brow and swallowing it dry. The resultant cheers rocked the lighting fixtures. Do you want to give this college phone sex slut a facial too? Call 1-888-402-8669 and ask for Venus!