Cheerleader Training

Bella’s ponytail swings as she bends over the padded bench, skirt flipped up. Ben moves in behind her, hands spread across the smooth slope of her ass. She’s small—tight hips, breasts that sit high and natural under the cropped top. He works a finger between her cheeks first, coaxing the ring open with slow, deliberate circles. She pushes back, voice low, asking for more. When he replaces the finger with the head of his cock, she exhales sharply, thighs trembling. He eases inside inch by inch, the grip of her body intense around him. Every slow thrust makes her moan, the sound sharp and sweet in the quiet room. She loves this part of practice, taking him deeper, proving she can handle whatever he gives her.