mysexploring: The hardest part of being a cheerleader wasn’t the acrobatics or the strength holding up other women required. It was concentrating when Mona’s girlfriend–or another woman–was holding you by the upper thigh, or when Mona stared straight
mysexploring: The hardest part of being a cheerleader wasn’t the acrobatics or the strength holding up other women required. It was concentrating when Mona’s girlfriend–or another woman–was holding you by the upper thigh, or when Mona stared straight