Jordan ground her hips in small circles, putting just enough of her weight on Savana’s face that she’d struggle a little.
“Get used to this, slut,” Jordan said. “You’re a college cheerleader now. I’m the head cheerleader. That means you give me head.”
Savana tried to say something, but her voice was muffled beyond understanding.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, slut,” Jordan said. “Look, the sooner you get me off, the sooner I get off your face. So, get to work.”
“Well, I was told being a cheerleader in college would be different,” Savana thought as she started to eat out Jordan. “I guess this is part of what they meant…”
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