Double-teamed by the Jock and cheerleader.

Denise's response to your consent isn't verbal, instead, she picks you up and slams you onto a table, knocking the wind out if you while she climbs on top of your stunned body. She's so tall, her feet remain planted on the floor even while she straddles the desk.

"Holy shit, Sam, I've wanted to do this for a long time— I am going to fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow." She dirty-talks, guiding your diamond-hard cock into her throbbing, **** womanhood.

It's a tighter fit than you had expected, both of you gasping and moaning loudly as she takes each consecutive inch of you into herself. There's so much heat between you; it's a torrid, passionate cocktail of love and lust as you look into each other's eyes— realizing that you were about to fuck not only your crush, but your closest friend.

Once she's all the way down your shaft, The gorgeous basketball player starts rolling her hips, grinding the muscles of her vagina around your raging erection; you vocalize embarrassingly loud moans of pleasure, and as Denise grinds faster and faster, you scramble for something to grab onto. That's when Candy kneels over your face and lowers her pristinely shaved vagina onto your mouth. You don't need a command, lapping eagerly away at the cheerleader's dripping snatch while Denise pounds you senseless. You have a vagina on each end; Denise dominating you Amazon style, and Candy receiving the cunnilingus of a profoundly thankful man.

The Asian hottie acts like she'd never been eaten out before, twitching or moaning at every deft, minute stroke of your tongue across her engorged slit; to be fair, you were actually great at eating girls out—a technique you practiced out of the paralyzingly fear that your penis wasn't big enough—and her loud gasps as you lick her pussy are 100% justified.

"Oh my God! Sam~ where has your tongue been all my life!" Candy cries as an orgasm shakes her lithe body to its core; the size-queen falls backwards off the table as she howls in pleasure, more than satisfied with her reward.

With the cheerleader out of her way, Denise crawls further onto you, folding your legs up underneath her as she presses her mammaries into the taut muscles of your chest— not slowing her passionate thrusts for a moment.

Between huffs as you feel your cock throb inside her dripping, pounding pussy, a question somehow enters the brain Denise is fucking out. You ask her, "*huff* Hey, is, –ugh~– is Candy okay down *huff* there? That fall sounded pretty bad."

The dusky Amazon stops ravishing you just long enough to peer over the tables edge, "Oh, yeah, she's fine. Girl's masturbating something fierce…" a flash of nervousness clouds her beautiful face, "did you wanna watch her?"

Her insecurity makes your heart sink. Pulling yourself up, you give Denise kisses everywhere up and down her neck and sensitive breasts; smirking while you stare into her deep brown eyes, you say, "No way, you're the hottest girl I've ever known; I can't take my eyes off you. Now… prepare yourself~"

Your lips travel down her strong body, kissing everywhere on their way south until you nibble on her sensitive nipples, causing her to cry out a howling moan. Clapping a hand onto her juicy hips, you massage her muscular ass while thrusting upwards into her snatch with unrivaled fervor— passionately fucking her from underneath.

You feel her getting wetter with each thrust, and before long, she cums. Hard. Her eyes roll back, and Denise arcs with ecstasy, her lungs seizing up as her vaginal muscles contract and squeeze around your dick in orgasmic bliss. You grit your teeth, struggling to last through the athlete's table-quaking climax, but feeling that same unmitigated satisfaction.

Her hands rest on your pecs, huffing and crookedly smirking, Denise leans as far as she can over you—looming—as she promises, "Your turn."

"Wait— what?!"