Pep Spirit and Facials Chapter 2
Eloise grumbled to herself the entire length of the way as she plodded along back towards the distant campus gymnasium locker room doors. Behind her, the wheels on the cart she was responsible for towing back to the locker room crunched over the sunbaked chaparral grasses of the pass-less-trodden. She could feel her perky pair of jiggling buttcheeks glistening with a thin layer of sweat, along with the rest of her utterly exposed body. Using the palm of the hand that wasn’t latched onto the...