Taylor

Leaving home you see Taylor, who impatiently drums on the driving wheel. She sees you, opens car's door and annoyingly says:

"Come on, we're late."

"I'm glad to see you too, Taylor." You speak conciliatory. "Almost an hour before the classes begins."

"Good morning, John. And yet, we should hurry."

"OK-OK," you quickly goes around the car and take your place. "Why such a rush?"

She shuts you up with the kiss. Her hot wet lips caress yours, and your tongues swirls few seconds.

Taylor straightens up and answers you:

"We have time before the classes, and I have the key to cheerleaders locker room." She smiles sultry. "Guess what that means?"

"We'll have fun in the locker room! But what if someone comes in and catches us?"

"It will be the best part of the fun!" Taylor laughs. "Imagine what they'll see: you're hard fucking me on the bench or I'm deepthroating your dick, for example. Any girl wants to be in my place and any guy in yours. Anyone who comes will be really really envy!"

Her words make sense, the idea that some student will see how you fuck the head cheerleader is surprisingly exciting.

"OK, Taylor, I see the point."

Taylor's car quickly get to the school and you go straight to the locker room. Taylor opens the door and you enters the holy of holies. Every guy at the school wants to get into this room. Cheerleaders locker room. And you came here with the head cheerleader, because she wants you to fuck her here. Any guy who finds out will die of envy.

In the locker room you see lockers, benches, shower room's door and the large mirror, rather a whole mirror wall.