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I arrive, wearing my full kit, and find Sir ready and waiting, and every bit the sexual god of my dreams. I've come to talk to him about the tug of war team. I'd love to join that team, and I'm hoping I can entice Sir to help me get in their good books. I hope he likes my PE kit? I hope it's up to standard. The shirt is a little tight around my tits. He can really see the outline of them. Does he like that? I slip off the skirt, and pose with my gym knickers on full display. I like these the best. They’re pretty tight...they work from every angle. I might as well not be wearing them. You can feel...almost everything...through them. Just a little slip of navy blue, hiding my tight little cunt from him. Hmmm...I can definitely tell he's enjoying the view. First, as I flex my bicep, you're going to show him how hard I can try with my arms. I produce the jar with a knowing smile, and tell Sir how the other girls in the dorm have been struggling to open this jar for nearly a week. For the next few minutes, I go at the jar like it called me a weak little pussy, trying with every fiber of my being to make the lid give way. Will this be enough for him I wonder I produce the melon from off-camera, and say I've watched a few videos of girls ruining watermelons between their thighs I wedge the melon between my thighs, take a deep breath, and squeeze with all my might, straining determinedly, grunting loud and proud, and feeling the pressure of the melon grinding against my sex. Between my effort, the grinding of the melon and the sight of Sir wanking that monster cock, I'm starting to get seriously horny yourself. Do I win, or lose