Cheerleader in bondage

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"If you win the game Saturday, you can see my tits," Shauna Turin said, sidling up to her boyfriend, Pierre, and tickling his neck.

He looked at her, his strong, good-looking face angry and confused. He ran his fingers through his fair hair, his chest heaving.

"Shit, Shauna," he said suddenly, "will you cut the crap?"

He turned away.

"What do you mean, honey?"

He turned on her in a fury. "Do you know what Leonard and Dennis and Jock get?" he snarled.

"What?" Shauna asked sulkily, looking down at the floor and pouting.

"They get a full-scale blow-job!"

"Oh, yuck!" Shauna said nastily, petting her lovely, natural blonde hair around her face. "That's nasty, perverted – horrible!"

She pouted at Pierre and slid her fingers around her nipples as they pushed against the front of the tight cheerleader blouse.

"Well you'll have to mike up your mind, won't you?" she said. "A blow-job from one of them or a look at my tits."

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