Try the cheerleader outfit on as told

The perky Swede looked from Deion's eager face to Samson's darkly smirking one; Deion certainly seemed much nicer than Samson, who actually came off as a little rude, but Kjerstin suspected that she just had to get to know him better. Even though she was 5'10, they were each probably about a foot taller than she was, Deion a little more slender than the hulking and muscular Samson. Kjerstin had a secret fantasy about big, mean black athletes, and was excited to have made friends with a couple of handsomely exotic specimens already!

"Ja ja, I should try it, of course," Kjerstin agreed with a smile, setting the small bundle of costume down on the bench before taking hold of the bottom of her tight little tanktop and pulling it up and over her head, exposing her large white breasts to them. Bending over, she slid her skirt down her long toned legs but leaving her thong panties on, knowing that they would be staring at her pale body and heavy melons dangling alluringly from her otherwise slim frame. Finally, Kjerstin retrieved the sparkly skirt from its place on the bench and slid it up to settle on her hips. It fit well, although much higher than any other skirt she owned.

Kjerstin straightened up briefly, self-consciously smoothing some stray blonde hairs back against her head as she leaned forward to retrieve the top, pausing a moment to smile shyly up at the playas. Deion smiled broadly, his eyes fixed on her all-natural titties still hanging freely off the front of her chest. Samson's face was more neutral, though he still had that smirk on the corner of his lips. Kjerstin couldn't help but notice the semi-erections in their shorts, an already impressive bulge straining against Deion's, while Samson used his hand to boldly stroke what was clearly a thick footlong erection through the thin material of his basketball shorts.

"Do the white cheer girls date negro players, or is it not allowed?" Kjerstin asked nervously, red-faced at the unfamiliar situation before spying a skinny white guy standing just behind them with a camera. Kjerstin yelped with surprise, holding the little top in her hands in front of her naked breasts, though he had obviously recorded her nude frame already.

"I don't care who white cheer girls date, but the negro players fuck em," Samson replied in his deep voice. "Sometimes we breed em, give em a little black baby to remember their college days by. Is that a problem for you, ya racist cunt?"