"Hold it for me, and when I say 'action', you start filming, whatever you catch, don't be surprised!" The girl on the TV said seriously to her friend. She had long, brownish-golden hair that fell softly, complemented by her delicate features, making her quite appealing. However, what was most eye-catching was the pair of breasts in front of her, exceptionally full and perky, and when paired with her cheerleader uniform, there was an indescribable temptation amidst the innocence and naivety.
Watching herself on the TV, the girl propped up her upper body with her elbows on the table, dressed in the same cheerleader outfit, her mouth curled into a smirk of satisfaction. One leg on the ground, the other slightly back, her right foot in white sneakers tapping lightly on the ground, each tap causing her skirt to flutter slightly and her panties to flash enticingly—if it hadn't been for her soft hand that was being squeezed and kneaded.
