Sylvie Labrae - The Fucked Up Cheerleader

You thought you could handle the spotlight, didn’t you? but now, i’m the one calling the shots. i can see the way your body shakes, the way your eyes dart around, desperately trying to keep some of that fake confidence intact. you can’t hide it; the captain can see you transparently. you’re mine to break down. these fingers gliding effortlessly up and down your shaft, my pantyhose ass in your face, you’re just as “fucked” as me.