Wendy brings you inside from your little exposition on the sorority house balcony and has two of her pep squad hold you over a small hall table. Your blazing red assmeat is exposed below the cut-up pleats of your cheerleading outfit's miniskirt. You watch as Wendy again disappears inside a small room that she had earlier brought the shaving supplies from. You assume it to be the bathroom.
Wendy reappears with a tube of ointment. You sigh in relief, expecting it to be some sort of cold cream. The cool lotion will feel so good against your taut, enflamed skin.
What you don't see, facing again forward as Wendy approaches, are the wicked smiles on the three coed's faces as Wendy shows them the label on the tube. What was a smile of contentment and anticipation turns to a grimace of pain and sheer agony as the deep heating rub Wendy has finished smearing all over the smooth round globes of your red ass begins to take affect.
"Ooooh nooooo!" you mewl as the heat enveloping your buttocks becomes unbearable. "Oh, please, make it stop!"
One of the other girls hefts a blue jar of cold cream.
"What will you do to make it stop?"
--blow all the guys below
--eat the cheerleader with the cold cream
--let the football coach assfuck you
--all of the above
69 hrs. 49mins.
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