Cheer practice ends with couch fuck I couldn't wait for

I just got back from cheer practice, my body still buzzing with energy, and I couldn't wait another second—I pushed him down on the couch and hiked up my pleated skirt, spreading my legs wide in these thighhighs. My top's already lifted, tits out and nipples hard, ponytail swinging as I beg him to fuck me missionary style, right here where anyone could walk in. I need it bad, owned by this ache between my thighs. His cock slides deep into my wet pussy, stretching me just right, and I moan loud, arms thrown back, feeling every inch fill me up. My legs grip him, skirt bunched at my waist, as I rock my hips needy, clenching around him while he thrusts harder—god, I'm dripping, cumming already from how he owns this moment, making me his cheer slut on the spot.