Cheer skirt hiked for deep bed fingering

After cheer practice left me soaked and aching, I raced home in my tiny blue skirt and bikini top, my tan skin glistening under the lights. I didn't even kick off my kneehighs before flopping onto the bed, hiking up the pleats to spread my legs wide for him, needy and dripping already. His fingers tease my slick folds, then push in deep, making me gasp and arch my back as I clench around the invasion, my nipples hardening against the thin straps. I rock my hips to take more, whimpering how bad I need it, my ponytail bouncing with every thrust that hits just right. The stretch burns so good, pulling moans from my lips as I beg him not to stop, owning every pulse of pleasure building inside me until I'm trembling on the edge.