No cherry cheerleader

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Kelly Branson had just started her first year at Harvard High School, a private girl's academy. She walked down the hall of the school, looking delicious in her blue school skin. Her dark blue knee socks encased her slim, perfectly tapered teen legs, and her blue and white saddle shoes added to the effect.

Her white sweater, which completed her school uniform, fit her tightly and emphasized her budding tits which stuck out like juicy-ripe lemons. Her trim belly was flat, her hips supple, her ass a work of art.

There was no doubt about it, Kelly was one of the most beautiful and sexiest young teenagers who had ever walked the halls of Harvard High.

Her long brown hair was parted in the middle and braided into two long pigtails that had white ribbons tying the ends. The pigtails flopped over her shoulders as she walked. Her fine ass waved and wiggled under the tight little skirt.

Her five-one body was compact, her face one of youthful beauty, her cheeks flushed with pink blush, her juicy lips glistening with a pink gloss, and her brown eyes sparkling.

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