The guys in the crew take turns on the skinny girl from class

The skinny girl from class didn’t stand a chance—every dude in the room had her pinned down by lunch. One after another, they rode her hard, no mercy, no pause. She screamed, giggled, begged them to stop—then begged them to keep going. Panocha dripping, back arching, she was the whole damn locker room’s snack. Morrita didn’t say no. Didn’t need to. They all knew she wanted it. Vergota after vergota, she took it like a champ. Tinder didn’t even compare.