Cheer Tryouts

Emma’s been rocking the cheer squad for years, and she damn near floated when Gizelle finally made the cut. Practice ends, everyone clears out, but Gizelle’s chewing her lip raw, convinced she’s gonna eat dirt at championships. Emma offers to drill her later, solo session style. Trouble is, Emma tweaked her back like a total dumbass; massage now, practice never. Gizelle straight up volunteers her hands—teammates taking care of teammates. Emma flops on her stomach in that tiny uniform skirt while Gizelle straddles her ass and starts kneading those shoulders deep. Emma’s already wet just from Gizelle’s scent; she’s nursed a quiet hard-on for this girl since day one. The pressure loosens, heat climbs. Suddenly those uniform tops and panties aren’t doing shit except catching slick. Clothes hit the floor; Gizelle keeps rubbing, only now she’s sliding along Emma’s bare skin, both of them dripping and starving for the next move.