Carmel gave a small smile enjoying the fact her sister was put in her place, Mercedes shrugging and reclining back in a cat like sulk of indifference; unwilling to lock horns with the coach. The guard only half turned before their heads connected in an awful crack. As moans and yelps came into clearer focus and her bodily sensations firmed she finally guessed they’d been in a crash. She just wanted to go back to her world where she was leader, the team captain, and college queen. But the coach now had another issue. “Get in there; common I want see her wet and ready” He demanded of the hot bob haired Becca. Meanwhile his hand was inside her screaming tunnel, her pussy stretched her lips slurping and spitting as wet insides acted as a snug nest for his fat tattooed knuckles. Steph had just happy she was in the team that night.
