Debbie Does Dallas: East Vs. West - Part 4

those two latina cheerleaders crowd the coach up against the locker, tops stretched tight across their tits. one girl drops fast, curls her tongue under his balls while the other slides her wet mouth straight down his shaft, lips riding every thick inch until her nose bumps skin. they switch without a word—one of them gags on the head, cheeks hollowing, the other licking up the spit that runs down his length. his hand knots in black hair, hips twitching, but the girls keep pace, tongues brushing, saliva everywhere, taking turns deep-throating him like it’s a competition they both need to win.