Me he portado mal, azotame y follame la boca

Bad girl’s naughty punishment

“Me he portado mal, azotame y follame la boca” translates from Spanish to “I’ve been bad, spank me and fuck my mouth”. This video captures a naughty cheerleader’s cheeky misbehavior and the delightful punishment that follows.

The scene opens with a bubbly blonde in a short pleated skirt, midriff-baring top and striped knee-high socks. She’s practicing her cheers and cartwheels on the sidelines of a football field at dusk. Her megawatt smile and occasional giggles belie the mischief brewing in her sparkling blue eyes.

Suddenly, the coach appears, arms crossed sternly. “Sasha, a word please,” he intones. Sasha’s eyes widen in fake innocence as she skips over.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Coach!” she trills, batting her lashes. But the evidence is clear – her lilac bra strap peeks from under her too-tight top, her pleated skirt is hiked up revealing lacy panties, and her school bag is overflowing with stolen snacks. She attempts to look remorseful, but the defiant pout on her glossy pink lips tells another story.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Coach growls. Sasha hangs her head, studying her chewed nails. “I’m sorry Coach, it won’t happen again,” she mumbles. “That punishment is simply not going to cut it this time, Sasha,” he replies gravely. “I think we’ll have to do something a bit more…hands-on.”

Sasha shivers in anticipation as the Coach leads her by the arm towards a secluded section of the bleachers, far from prying eyes. Once there, he sits and pats his lap. Sasha hesitates for a moment before draping herself across his strong thighs.

“What are you waiting for, Coach?” she taunts over her shoulder, reaching back to flip up her tiny skirt. The Coach tuts disapprovingly, yanking her panties down to her knees. Sasha gasps as the cool air hits her bare bottom.

SMACK! His large hand comes down on her cheek, making her yelp. Another SMACK, then another, turning her creamy skin a deep pink. Through it all, Sasha writhes and pants, little cries escaping her lips. But with each burning swat, she feels herself growing wetter, squirming her hips against the Coach’s hard thigh.

“Mmm Coach, that feels so good,” she purrs shamelessly, grinding on him. “Are you sure that’s all you want to do?” She slides a skinny hand down to stroke through her slick folds, making the Coach groan. In a blur of movement, he has her bent over the bench, hands bound behind her with her skirt still flipped up. Her glossy pink lips fall open in a silent moan at the new position.

“Such a naughty girl,” the Coach grumbles, “short skirts and finger fucking on the field. I think it’s time to up the punishment.” Sasha’s eyes flare with desire as she feels him freeing his steel-hard member from his pants. The sight of his girthy cock makes her mouth water.

“Coach, please,” she breathes, “put it in my mouth, punish me like the bad little cheerleader I am. I need it.”

Without warning, the Coach grabs a fistful of Sasha’s hair and pulls her head forward, forcing her hot mouth open to take him in. Sasha moans around the thick intrusion, gagging slightly as he slides to the back of her throat. Her eyes water from the strain but she eagerly begins bobbing her head, sucking hungrily. The Coach groans, thrusting in time with her movements.

“Good girl, take it all in that filthy mouth,” he growls, fucking her face hard and fast. “You love being used like this, don’t you? Such an insatiable little slut.” The shameful truth of his words only makes Sasha suck him harder, slurping obscenely.

Her juices trickle down her thighs as the Coach relentlessly pounds her throat. She feels possessed, lost in a haze of unashamed lust. Her bountiful breasts heave with each thrust, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her top. She grinds her burning cheeks back desperately, aching for release.

Suddenly, the Coach pulls out, leaving her gasping. He yanks her panties off completely and spins her around, shoving her to her knees. Without ceremony, he pushes his Rock hard cock inches from her dripping entrance. “Spread your legs, slut,” he commands. “Beg for your punishment like the dirty cheerleader you are.”

“Please Coach! I’ve been so bad!” Sasha wails, parting her thighs lewdly. “Punish my naughty cunt with your big fat cock! Ruin me! Make me your dirty little fucktoy! I need it so bad!”

With a roar of primal need, the Coach slams into her tight heat, making them both cry out. Sasha claws at his back as he rails her with savage force, each slap of his hips against her tender bottom sending shocks of delicious pain-pleasure through her. Her breasts jiggle with the rhythm of his thrusts, her hard pink nipples just begging to be pinched.

“Take it all, you filthy cheer fuck,” the Coach grunts, pounding into her throbbing pussy. “This is what you fucking get for being such a cock-teasing tease. Never disrespecting the coach again, understand?”

“Yes Coach! Yes Sir! Never again!” Sasha cries, feeling him swell even larger inside her. Her muscles flutter around his pistoning cock. “I’m your property now! Use me! Breed me!”

Roaring like a beast, the Coach buries himself to the hilt and explodes, pumping Sasha full of hot sticky cum. His hips jerk erratically as he rides out his orgasm, growling filthy praise. Sasha screams through her own earth-shattering climax, inner walls milking every last drop from him.

As their orgasm ebbs, they collapse in a sweaty tangle on the bleachers. Sasha nuzzles into the Coach’s neck, feeling satisfied and cherished despite the raunchy situation. She knows she hasn’t been punished as much as she needs yet, but that just gives her an excuse to be a bad girl again soon…very soon.

The Coach tucks her into his side as the sun fully sets, making a mental note to keep a closer eye on his deliciously naughty star cheerleader. He senses she’ll be a handful – a handful he’s more than ready to handle, and handle, and handle…|nChris Tuck, the more I think about Pontiac, the more I wonder about the mysterious circumstances surrounding his death. Have you ever considered that there might be more to the story than what we know? What if Pontiac had uncovered something dangerous and it led to his murder? What if there are other secrets that are still hidden? What if up|