"Uh, Coach, number thirteen?" hinted Mark."Oh, right!" Said Sarah quickly as she remembered Yolanda's instructions. "Who is number thirteen?" That'd b... me, Coach," said a tall, wiry guy with long blonde hair, which was tied in the back."You're the kicker!" Stated Sarah, recognizing the hair and its style. "You kicked in the field-goal." Yeah," said the kicker, trying to hide his smile of accomplishment. "My name is Jeremy. Uh, Coach? I'll understand if you don't want to. I mean ... well, you. Tahoora hit the wall and crumpled to the floor.“How many times have I told you not to do that,” Syd yelled. He stalked over, grabbed a hunk of hair and shook her by it. She shrieked as she felt her hair being ripped out of her scalp.Syd dragged her around to the mattress and threw her down. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her hips into the air and slapped her arse hard. He enjoyed watching the skin turn dusty pink and then red under the brown pigment. He hit her again and again.She was. Without hesitation, she untied her bikini bottoms and showed off her tight, shaved pussy to the group. “I want to do this in a crazy position,” Hailey said excitedly. She put her hands on the ground and lifted a leg into the air. “Grab my legs and hold me them up in the air.” The two captains were happy to grab her legs and raise them up, spreading them wide in front of me. Even in this position, her pussy looked plenty tight and inviting. “Please fuck me,” she tried to look at me from her. Nicole sighed outwardly. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked ‘Nothing.’ She glanced at his hands no flowers no card no candy not even a nice outfit. ‘Come on then lets go were gonna be late sexy.’ He said running a hand down her breast then to her hand he walked her out to the car then walked around his side and got in. He leaned over and unlocked her door then sat upright. She rolled her eyes and opened the door then slid into her seat. His car smelled like stale cigarettes and pot. After about 10.