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Neuro submission transmitter 7

... whistles. "Sometimes, it gets so bad." She continues with a mock seriousness. "At night... when I'm alone in bed... I have to touch myself." She's says in a breathy whisper that has each player hanging on her every word. "I pinch my nipples." She says, demonstrating by sliding her left hand into her top and pinching her right nipple. "Sometimes, I get so wet." She says, moving her other hand under her skirt. "That I put my finger... in... my... inside... myself." She breathes, spreading her legs and making a show of pushing her finger inside her pussy. "Who's the quarterback?" Danae asks, as she takes her finger out of her pussy and removes her hand from her top. "Um... over... here." Stutters a large white guy, sitting on a bench close to the front. "I'm... the... um... quarterback." He says, licking his lips. "Well." Danae says, sitting on his lap. "When you win." She says, scooting her ass around and running her wet finger under his nose. "I'm going to do you first." She says, pushing her juicy finger into his mouth. "And then, I'm going to do every one of you!" She yells, jumping off the quarterbacks lap and kicking her legs in the air. More hollers and whistles fill the locker room. "Can we win this game?" She yells, like a true cheerleader. "Yeah!" Eleven voices yell in unison. "I hope so!" She says, in her pouty, little girl voice. "Because I'm getting really horny!" With that, she turns, flips up her skirt and we leave the locker room. The noise coming from these ...

... seven black and four white college football players is deafening. "Wow!" I say, holding the door for her. "You were great!" I watch her long, tanned legs and get a glimpse of her pussy lips as she swings her legs into the car. I borrowed the car from one of the coaches, so Danae and I can ride back on the team bus, if they win. "Of course." She says, as I close her door. "I'm an actress." I hurry around to the other side and we take off for the game. "Do we have time for a quick fuck, before the game?" Danae asks, as we start our two-hour drive down the interstate. "All those football players really made me horny." I look over at her and she isn't even looking at me. She looks bored, like she just asked if we could stop for a bathroom break. I know I could change that, but I want her really primed for the football team. "I don't think so, Danae." I tell her. "Sorry." "It's okay." She says, patting my knee. "I can take care of myself." As I try to keep my eyes on the road, Danae slides down in the seat, spreads her knees and starts running her finger up and down her wet pussy lips. "Mmmmm." She sighs, as I watch her slip two fingers inside her pussy and start pumping them in and out. I'm having trouble keeping my eyes on the road, as my cock stiffens in my pants. "A hard cock feels better than fingers." Danae says, eyeing the bulge in my pants. "Are you sure you don't want a piece of this?" She asks, moving her other hand down to massage her clit, while still pumping her fingers ...