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When you’re a nerd in high school, it’s hard to not get picked on. Everyday our geeky stud gets verbally abused and taken for his paper. He wants to overcome this bullying, but he is too much of a pussy to do anything about it. Luckily, the captain of the cheer squad Tory Bellamy walked in on him as he cowered under a desk. She could see that he had been bullied, and quickly thought of a solution to his problem. Maybe if he had a popular girlfriend people would be start being nice to him! This dweeb then offered Tory herself some cash to take the position. She gladly accepted, then took his hand as they walked around the school. No one was messing with him now! This was amazing, so the nerd decided to take it further. He offered to double the money Tory was getting if they could get a little more intimate. He really wanted to since he was a virgin. Tory agreed and started sucking his long cock right there in the classroom. She then proceeded to get fucked on their favorite teachers desk. Wow this pussy was way better than chess club! Our nerd then emitted a studious nut shot to Tory’s cute face. She enjoyed herself so much that he didn’t even have to pay her next time. This nerd is on a roll!

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