Novel & Cerita Cheerleader Lip Slips

He had worn very loose shorts just so he stared at them without feeling self-conscious that they could find out what he was thinking about. Then there was Celine. She had blonde hair like every other girl on the team. It was a silly rule that all cheerleaders on the team had to be blonde. He wasn't the one who made the rule, but he wasn't complaining either. Celine had the prettiest pair of lips you could find on a girl. A full cupid bow. Mr Dawson could not count how many times he had thought about fucking that mouth. He wanted her gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked that long slender throat.

Soon the lights went completely out, everyone was looking wondering what was going on, then they heard: I'ma put it down, you gon' fall in love I'ma put it down, down, you gon' fall in love I'ma put it down, you gon' fall in love I'ma put it down, down, you gon' fall in love When the center of the court lit up, Maya and Nyasia had ripped away their cheer uniform. The had on a black short romper with glitter letters across their breast that said “Not today bitches!” Their light purple short jackets had a glitter hand on it sticking up their middle finger. By the end the cheerleaders who pissed, and embarrassed. Kymoni looked at Jazz and Leah who were trying to hide their faces. “Yall just don

"It's my first time training as a cheerleader, by the way." "It's okay. Everyone went to that phase." I stood up, approaching the locker in front of me and grabbed my purse inside of it. Pulling the perfume out, I sprayed all over me before I reached for the lipstick. I opened the locker door wider and faced the mirror behind it. Taking the cap off, I glided it on my lips before I pursed them together. "How long have you been cheerleading?" she asked, as I put the lipstick back in my bag.

Her eyes were bloodshot, dark circles stamped beneath them. I didn't even get a chance to speak. She lunged at me, arms locking onto my clothes like I was a lifeline. She broke down, full-volume. "Why did you leave me? You knew how I felt. Glen, I love you. I really love you. Without you, I'll die." Yeah. Sure. Every student turned to stare. Dora froze, panic flashing across her face. I clenched my jaw, annoyed. I shoved Vanessa back. "Ms. Joplin, watch yourself. We have no relationship. Don't make people get the wrong idea."

She must've spilled the food, reason why the Coach was angry. Though, what caught my attention even more was the fact that it's the cheerleader back at the gymnasium this noon! Her shoulder was shaking and I noticed how her eyes turned glossy. She was biting on her lower lip tightly, reason why her dimples were peeking from her cheeks. I suddenly felt bad for her. Hoping that my presence would halt Coach Alvin's angry rants, I stepped inside the kitchen and awkwardly cleared my throat. His head jerked to my direction and I instantly regret meddling in after seeing the furious expression on his face.

What is the worst that could happen? Every cheerleader here seemed to radiate confidence laughter, chatter, tossing their hair without a care, bouncing on the balls of their feet. And then there was me, Sophie Hart, trying desperately not to betray the chaos of my life at home behind a carefully practiced smile. “Hey! You must be Sophie!” a cheerful voice called. I turned and saw a girl with braided pigtails and an oversized bow that probably had its own zip code. “I’m Lila. Don’t worry, we’re all super nice. You’re gonna love it here.”

So nasty that if I bend a little, I’d serve you my ass on a hot platter. I tuck in my long-sleeve white top that hugs my big breasts, causing the buttons to cave. It reveals the delicious white skin of my big boobies. I fix my tie, an attire to cover my exposed cleavage. Then I pack my hair in a ponytail and smear my lip gloss on so my red lips are shiny. Done, I look like the typical high school bitch, the sexy cheerleader who hides her slutty side behind short skirts and long socks. Perfect!

Starving. She slipped away from her cheering squad with a quick excuse about congratulating the team. No one questioned the head cheerleader. Her short pleated skirt swished against her ass as she hurried through the tunnel toward the boys’ locker room, her perky tits bouncing with every eager step. By the time she pushed open the heavy door, the air was thick with the scent of sweat, victory, and raw male energy.

The cheerleaders were all doing the dance for ‘Who rule the World’ and grinding up on the boys. Kyle ran outside and grinned. Oh no! I smirked and slipped back inside to change the songs. Instead of Beyoncé I put ‘Bed rock’ by Young Money and Lil Wayne. As soon as the song started all the guys cheered and walked in front of the cheer leaders and held onto their waists. They bent their head and looked as though they were sniffing the girls' necks. I gagged internally.

Taking a deep breath, Piper stepped inside, her attention fixed on Elsa. The sound of her shoes echoed softly across the floor, but it was loud enough to disrupt the rhythm. One by one, the cheerleaders slowed, their synchronized movement faltering. Murmurs rippled through the group, and Elsa, noticing the sudden loss of attention, turned sharply to see what had caused it. She was pissed at first, but when she saw Piper, her expression instantly shifted, the sneer replaced by a cruelly sweet smirk. She placed both hands on her hip and leaned slightly to one side.