Strip?

You walk behind your desk, and sit down. "That was just great, Darla!" you exclaim, as you ponder the possibilities. "I think I'd like to see you perform a few of your cheerleading routines." The brunette is still cleaning your jizz off of her tits. You watch as she lowers her head, and raises her left breast to her mouth with her hand. Her pink tongue darts from between her lips and laps the milky, white fluid from her still hard nipple. She moans lowly. As she lifts her head to face you, she flashes a winning smile, and bats her long eyelashes.

"Oh, I'd love to coach!" she said. "I'd like you to modify your routine just a little bit however." Standing, Darla wipes the last sticky residue of your cum from her massive tits, and licks it from her fingers. "Modify it how coach?" she asked. You gasp your cock, which begins to stir. "I'd like to see you perform them in the nude. And, I think I'd like you to perform them silently. No need to draw anyone to my office."

Darla sits back down. At first you think she might refuse, but lifting her right leg, and resting her ankle on her left knee, she grabs the laces of her shoe and begins to untie them. The shoe falls to the floor with a dull thud, and is followed soon after by a sock. Then the process is repeated on the other foot. "This is really turning me on coach." Darla says standing up, and unsnapping her skirt, which slips down her legs and falls to the floor, join the rest of her uniform. Lastly the young woman before you grasps the edge of her panties and slides those down her legs.

You look at the thick, dark patch of pubic hair between Darla's legs, her labia is swollen, and the small, pink nub of her clit is visible. She reaches down to her pussy, and inserts three of her fingers. Slowly she pistons them back and forth. "Are you sure you still want to see me do my routines coach?, Or would you like to skip to something else instead? I do want to be head cheerleader soooo badly!" she moans.