Her breathing was heavy, head to the side, eyes closed. It was time for the kill shot. On the next sweep, I ran my thumb over her engorged pussy lips ...rom bottom to top. She flinched, held her breath for a second, then relaxed. I knew she was all in so I kept rubbing, each circle applying a little more pressure and rolling her her young clit between my thumb and forefinger until I started to feel her pushing back against my motions.She was beginning to let out a soft moan and it sounded. ”“Sounds kind of bland.”“I’m by myself most of the time, and it works for me.”“Are we going to fight over the TV?” she asked.“Nope. If it gets too bad, I’ll get another one. I have one in my bedroom and one in the living room at the apartment.”“You watch TV in bed?”“Yeah ... It’s my way of easing off into sleep – put something mindless on, set the sleep timer, and doze off.”By this time she’d kicked her shoes off and was rearranging pillows on one of the beds. She stretched out, turned on the. "Cheyenne, I really appreciate that you're trying to be more about the team, but trust me, this is one you don't want to get in the middle of."Cheyenne looked like she had to reject her first thought too. "Okay." Cheyenne!"She looked startled. We were just getting ready for our one-touch on floor. In long meets, like districts, they give the next four or five gymnasts in a rotation a one-touch warm-up just before they competed. On vault, bars, and beam, that meant exactly like it sounded. The. Please." She tried to squirm free, but since he sat on the small of her back, held her hands captive with one hand, she had no way to get free. His finger continued to plunge and twist in her anus. "It's too big," she said, "please!" She begged him, but no matter how much she moaned, he would not let her go. He wanted to make sure that the next night her anus was significantly stretched out and ready. Finally, he took his digit out, of her asshole and lay off to the side. She stopped crying out.