Even as she dried off and got into bed, her mind wandered back down to that dimly lit room. She looked at her phone for a few minutes in bed, just scrolling instagram. Sara gave her feedback as best she could and the sopping women splatted their way back to the locker-room. The room went quiet when Sara opened the door. She tossed and turned, plagued by dreams of dirt and dungeons. Before the thoughts of quitting could fully materialize, the door opened with a bang and the girls came out and stood by the pool, chatting amongst themselves. “I’m only the youngest on the team by like three weeks, my god!”
Two of them ruffled her hair, “Still the baby,” said one. She couldn’t escape. “Happy birthday, Amy, glad we’re all adults now.”
The other girls laughed. However, part one does. Sara packed her things in her quiet classroom and walked back to her car. “Well just because you turned 18 two days ago doesn’t mean we’ll let you have boys in your room,” teased the red head. Katy ballooned with cum, swelling as Sara pumped her. With no hesitation, Sara thrust a monstrous tentacle forward. She quickly peeled them from herself and took a shower. Sara knew what she wanted. Her breasts lifted with her pectorals, making them perkier.
