Phil gathered what strength he could muster, but only managed to raise Emily’s pussy a few millimeters off the floor. The grasping of Emily's womanhood managed to wrinkle the fabric enough around his struggling arms that he was pressing up into her as he tried to lift her, and he became stuck between Emily’s mighty labium.
“All right it doesn’t look like he’s going to be able to finish the routine.” Kirsten finally decided. “You may as well get up.”
As Emily got back up from her split Phil found himself rising with her; stuck to her panties!
The cheer girls all noticed that Phil wasn’t on the floor.
With a devious smile Emily lifted the front of her skirt.
“Eww!” Some of the girls exclaimed, some giggled in delight, still others thought it looked so cute; the tiny boy wedged between Emily’s pussy lips.
“Well.” Kirsten quipped, “It looks like Phil has found his nitch in our squad.”
“Hey girls.” A red headed girl named Treva piped up “You know the big game with Twin Peaks is coming up soon, and if we all work extra hard on this new routine Phil could make this the best cheer ever!”
All the girls laughed and jumped up and down in glee.
The twin towers that were Emily's legs slammed into his sides, and he found his world; for the next few minutes turning, twisting and crushing as the loud beat of the boom box blended the seconds into an eternity.
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