I went to the game and drove the crowd crazy.

A friend of mine is a member of an organized soccer team, and on a sunny Sunday in Floripa, I decided to accept his invitation to watch a game, even though I don't know anything about soccer. When my friend came by to pick me up and saw how I was dressed, he said it wasn't going to work, because I was wearing a custom-made team shirt with a nipple-length cut and a transparent white microsack and blue floss underwear to match the team color. We got to the stadium, and I found out that it's still a very sexist place, and the men were whistling and yelling and touching me without any shame, and I was bouncing and laughing and having fun with the situation. When we finally arrived in the middle of the crowd it was crazy, my friend introduced me to the people as his friend and everyone started surrounding me and praising my (false) beauty. When I sat in the concrete bleachers, my skirt would rise even higher and my panties would be exposed to the delight of those seated below me. When the fans embraced each other and were jumping sideways like crazy and singing, the two who stood next to me tapped their hands on my breasts and with the jumps the skirt went up to the navel. When I took a break in the choir I was almost naked and had to get myself together. I laughed a lot and everyone around us also had fun. The guys were losing their shyness, and by the time I was jumping, they were putting their hands under my shirt and grabbing my breasts, and the guys behind me were putting their hands up my ass, and it was a party, and I was loving it and getting all wet. By the end of the game, the bolder ones were already shoving their hands up my panties and camping on my xana. When the game was over, don't ask me the score, my friend and his teammates said they'd have to collect bands and I don't know what else. When they finished the stadium was empty and they invited me to go with them to the headquarters of the organizers, very appropriate. I agreed, and when we got in, I was surrounded by a bunch of knuckleheads, and I, who was already horny, offered myself to them, taking off the little clothes I was wearing and offering my BUZZET to be sucked. Soon I was surrounded by sticks to suck, punch, and even catch. The males dropped me off at 4 and kept fucking my xanax while I sucked other dicks and punched others. The males were getting satisfied, but other males were coming in wanting to fuck too. One of them decided to kick my ass, and I was crazy enough to encourage it. I started to get a burnt-out pussy and it started to burn and it started to hurt and I asked to stop fucking and some of them complained but they accepted and made me promise to come back another day. On the way home, my friend came in and said he knew I was a slut, but that was too much slut. But I still owe the cheerleaders a visit.