There was something about game day that always got Alli excited. Not just, excited, like woo, this is exciting! excited. But she could feel it burn between her thighs. Maybe it was the endorphins and the adrenaline rushing through her body, but she’s sitting on the bus full of people on the way home from their game, rubbing her young, slender thighs together and trying to keep the fact that she wants to get off really badly at bay. Still dressed in her little cheerleading uniform, she leans back in her seat, grateful that she’s sitting alone as she subtly tries to work her hand against her bloomer clad cunt, thumb brushing lightly against her clit, the friction making her shudder and rock her hips down against the cheap, pleather seat.Â
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