He’d won Michaela in the school raffle the day she’d turned 18. Even though he constantly took advantage of her flexibility, earned not just from years of cheerleading, but also from years of ballet, he never really spoke to her.

“Mm. Tight cunt,” he said, thrusting into her while holding her leg up in a split.

“Thank you! Thank you, so much! Fuck this hurts!”

He grunted and went back to silently fucking her brains out.

She’d really miss him in a month when she was released from the raffle contract and went off to college.