Head cheerleader is trying to crush the coach

“Watch your tongue, Taylor.” Ms. Samson is trying to get out of your hugs and you let her go. "I'm your coach, not one of the sidekicks."

Taylor grins sarcastically and points index finger at the coach.

“Look at her! She finally remembered that she is a coach, not a cheerleader.”

Taylor comes closer to Ms. Samson and asks in a mocking tone:

"And what are you going to do, madame "I'm coach"?"

Ms. Samson puts her hands on her hips.

"Enough of your indulgence, Taylor. It's time to restore order in the squad."

Taylor presses to Ms. Samson, coach's C-cup is squashed and dwarfed by cheerleader's bare coconuts. You see that cheerleader has the same height, but stronger and better endowed than her coach.

Taylor presses on Ms. Sampson and makes her back off.

"You think you have power, Heather." Taylor speaks with mock softness. And she continues in a harsh and domineering tone. "Then you're just a dumb bitch."

Ms. Samson's back is pressed against the wall, and Taylor presses her denser.

“One mine word and you’ll be kicked out of school today. And you won’t find any work in this town. You wouldn’t even be taken as a cleaner in a brothel if we had one.”