Ryan readied himself at the edge of the pool and dove in, feeling the cool water flush over his lightly tanned skin. He walked down to his row, and made his way to his locker. His lock was green, but this one was red. You may unsubscribe at any time. Ryan grabbed at the edge of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head as she lifted her arms. I personally think locker rooms are sweaty and smelly, but hey some […]. Ryan brought his fingers up to his mouth, tasting her juices as he sucked on one finger and offering Sarah the other, which she accepted eagerly.
An hour passed, and Ryan pulled himself out again.
He smiled, and left the locker room, taking one last glance back at the girls, two of whom were just finishing up with each other while the other two got dressed. He followed her with his eyes, chuckling at the little bounce her ass made as she walked away. Instead of finding the bench though, he bumped heads with Karen, who in the interim had found herself in a sixty-nine with Jordyn just behind them on the bench. Jordyn stifled her screams with a hand as Ryan threw his head from side to side and enveloped her stiff clit with the flat of his tongue. She closed the distance and pushed him against the lockers, bringing her mouth within an inch of his. He looked over her body, noticing a pudge around her tummy.