Brittany and Santana return

You hear some giggling from behind you, and then the two cheerleaders from earlier are back in your view.

“Glad Coach Sue’s gone,” the brunette says, still looking super sexy in her red-and-white cheerleading outfit. “Now we can prove to her that we really know about femdom.”

“Look at that, Santana,” her leggy blonde friend says, as she looks down at your distorted genitals. “The poor unicorn’s lost his horn.”

“Sure we can do something about that, Brittany,” Santana says, squatting down, her face opposite your beaten balls. “We’ll give him his horn back, but it will really be our horn because we’ll be in charge of it.”

“My own unicorn horn!” says Brittany, all excited. “Ill stroke it, and kiss it, and love it.”

“But don’t get it too excited,” warns Santana, “otherwise it may go away again.”

“Okay, think Ive got it.. Get it excited, but not too excited.”

Santana nods, and then takes your cock in her mouth, sucking on it, her chin brushing against your sensitive balls.

Meanwhile, Brittany stands there, dancing, getting all excited about the thought of your horn, her hands wandering all over her tight cheerleading outfit. “It’s getting so hot here, maybe we should get out of these outfits,” she suggests.

Santana takes your now-fully-erect cock out of her mouth. “Don’t want to get it too excited,” she says, as she returns to her feet, and starts dancing opposite Brittany.

“Look, the unicorn horn’s dancing with us,” says Brittany, as she looks over at your throbbing member. “Are you sure we cant play with it?”

“Sure we can play with it, but no more touching it, that would surely take away its magic. This unicorn just gets to watch, so it will stay our unicorn forever, never to be released.”

And then you hear music, as Santana and Brittany’s dancing becomes even more provocative, and your painful balls begin to ache even more, your hard cock throbbing as the two nubile cheerleaders begin to sing “I Touch Myself”.

Their bodies gyrate to the music, their faces covered in perspiration as their hands rub all over their own bodies, just as you wish your own hands could do. Just when you think your cock can’t get any harder, they start to touch each other, kiss each other, then all too soon they stop, their cover version coming to a climactic end, at least for them.

“That’s the tease part,” Santana tells you, still breathing heavily, a big smile on her face, “now comes the denial. We both have to get off, I think I hear Sue coming back.” She takes Brittany’s hand and starts to lead her away.

“Can’t we take our unicorn with us?” Brittany pleads.