Novel & Cerita Captain Underpants Film Review

Professor Garvin stood there, eyes wide as he took in the scene of me bent over like a cheap whore, skirt around my waist, Brian’s thick cock stretching my dripping pussy, cum and juices already leaking down my thighs. For one endless, heart stopping second, nobody moved. I expected shock or disgust. Instead, he just stared, then stepped back without a word and let the door swing shut again. Brian looked like he might have a heart attack. I smiled, clenching my pussy around his still throbbing cock. “See?” I whispered, voice husky. “Nobody gives a fuck… now keep fucking me, Captain.”

Hale wiggled his brows, and the others followed suit. “What?” I asked absentmindedly. “Some ass!” they cheered. “Keep it down, this is still a bar.” “Oh, come on. Is the princess cranky tonight?” my best friend, Ronny, said. “Whatever. Besides, I can get ass anytime I want. With a face like mine, it's easy to get any woman I want.” “You sure about that, Captain?” Gregor asked with a tilted brow. Of course I'm fucking sure. I've just been busy, that's all.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

"Take this as an anointing oil, weakling." With a nasty smirk, he began squeezing the contents right over Jace’s head. Through all of this, the captain, Nico Lancaster, just sat there resting his chin on his hand. A faint, amused look crossed his face, like he was watching a mildly entertaining show. A wave of pure hatred washed over me. My chest burned with a furious, boiling heat, and I genuinely didn't know how much longer I could stand there without losing my mind. I had never felt this level of rage in my entire life.

I didn't want the captain hearing us. "Baby, I think I'm about to cum." I say almost moaning myself. I thrust repeatedly harder and harder each time. Then with the last thrust I released everything I had inside her. So much it oozed out drizzling down my shaft on my sack. I felt her body relax as I let her legs down. We kissed and took a few deep breaths. "Let's get dressed and go find our captain. I need to ask her about dinner." I said quietly.

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

“You guys really went all out on this splurge. What makes you think I’d be looking at a kinkier version of an adult diaper? Could you really imagine me sitting on my chair with this on? It’s going to be a real royal pain in the literal butt. Sorry, fellas. I won’t be reviewing this. Besides, you bought a size too small for my fat ass to fit. Better luck next time.” Full of outrage and objection, the chat went on for a while, demanding proof from the streamer about the size of her booty. Queenie merely rolled her eyes. How did she know it was too small? The chastity panty wasn’t stretchable. Even if it passed her legs, Queenie just knew that it wouldn’t go past her rump.

I shifted, trying not to draw attention, but my eyes kept scanning. Near the stage, the debate team captain, usually so polished in his suits, was on his knees between two members of the swim team. Their speedos were still on under open tux jackets, but their cocks were out, heavy and wet, slapping against his cheeks as he tried to take both heads at once. His lips stretched obscenely wide, tongue flicking desperately between them while they gripped his hair and laughed. Cum from an earlier load already painted his forehead like a crown. One of the swimmers reached down and shoved two fingers into the captain’s ass without warning, making him choke and push back like a slut in heat.