Ep2: Making a Deal with Bridget by Fucking Her - Academy Love Saga: Tennis Angels Ex
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After the tough practice match, Bridget sat alone in the locker room, quietly sobbing over her defeat. Sensing her despair, Coach Ester approached her with a proposition. He promised he would personally train her to become the best tennis player in the academy. Overwhelmed with excitement and hope, Bridget eagerly agreed to the deal. Driven by a rush of emotions, Bridget playfully raised her legs for him, offering herself without hesitation. Ester wasted no time, sliding his thick cock deep inside her already dripping wet pussy. Bridget moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure as she savored every deep thrust. Their passion built to an intense climax, and with a final surge, Ester filled her womb with a hot, thick release—giving Bridget exactly what she craved.
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Video Transcription
Hey guys, what's going on? André here. Welcome back to another gameplay of Tennis Angels EX Episode 2.
So without further ado, let's head into the game.
Alright, so continuing where we left off during our last gameplay. So now we're going to take a
look at Bridget because we're done playing this game right here. So we're going to play Bridget.
So what is this? Let's go read. Okay, there we go.
Okay, the locker room is empty without any club members except for one.
Bridget is currently sitting dejectedly on a bench. Her beautiful face full of tears. But let me
see if I can, um, you can just, uh, it kind of sucks that, um, you could still see the, um,
the silhouette photo. I mean the silhouette text here, but let's move on.
Even though I really like tennis, why can't I blame or why can't I become as good as them?
Am I really a talentless cheat after all?
No, you aren't. My sudden appearance surprises her and she jerks off from her bench.
Coach, why are you here? To stop you from belittling yourself, of course.
I try to give her the warmest smile I can think of.
I'm sorry, please don't get mad at me. Apparently it backfired. Sign. I blame my parents for this
tragedy. No, I'm not mad at you. Let's try again from the start. You are definitely not talentless.
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