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Games master Jeff Andrews herded the players inside the changing rooms with congratulatory words and pats on the shoulders for both teams. Xxx vedio “Is there anything you can do to help, Mr Mason?” she appealed with doe eyed innocence. The water felt good as it washed away the dirt and cum. “Come on you dirty whore, I’ll give you a lift home.”
Chloe’s face brightened ever so slightly. The rugby player just gave a snort. “Mmm, wasn’t that exciting?” observed Kevin nonchalantly, but then he had little to lose. A sheer cream blouse, almost see through, caught her attention and she wondered whether panties and bra were allowable under the terms of Kevin’s contract. When eventually the corridor was adjudged to have thinned out sufficiently, Chloe made the daring exit. She swallowed all she could so as not to choke, the remainder sliding down her cheeks and chin. The away team was a big bunch of bastards for teenagers, he reflected ruefully, after they’d trounced his boys 36-10. They wanked furiously in Chloe’s periphery vision as she accepted the brutal face-pounding. “I wouldn’t mind betting you were behind this, Kevin Manning,” she spluttered. As he lectured endlessly, Chloe felt like she was drowning in a sea of words, not really hearing and only rousing when the tirade ended.
