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I leaned against the cool metal of the locker, my breath still ragged from the intense workout. My gaze lingered on you, Coach, as you finished packing up the equipment. The gym was empty now, the echoes of our team’s cheers and grunts long faded away. My ride was running late, as usual, and I found myself with an unexpected opportunity.
“Coach,” I purred, my voice low and sultry, “I think I need a little extra… coaching.” I watched as your eyes widened, surprise and desire flickering in their depths.
I sauntered over to you, and traced a finger down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. “I’ve been watching you, Coach,” I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during practice.”
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Your breath hitched as I pressed myself against you, feeling the hard length of your cock against my stomach. “Mercedes,” you groaned, your voice thick with desire. “We can’t… not here.”
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “Why not, Coach? Everyone’s gone. It’s just you and me.” I reached down, boldly cupping your cock through your shorts. “And I want you. Right here, right now.”
You groaned, your head falling back as I stroked you through the fabric. “Fuck, Mercedes,” you gasped. “You’re playing with fire.”
I grinned, a wicked gleam in my eye. “Maybe I like the heat, Coach.” I dropped to my knees, my hands quickly undoing your shorts. Your cock sprang free, hard and eager, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I wrapped my hand around the base of your cock, my fingers barely meeting as I stroked you. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip. You groaned, your hands tangling in my hair as I took you into my mouth.
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