Varsity Massage

Soccer coach Seth Gamble strolls in expecting his usual masseuse, but damn, there's his star player Riley Nixon stripping down right there. His jaw drops—kid, you can't be here. Scholarship gone in a flash, and I'd kiss my coaching gig goodbye. No clue how to wriggle out of this mess. Riley smirks, all sly confidence. 'How about a free massage? Our little secret, Coach.' Logic hits him like a perfect goal—he nods, but lays down the law: keep that varsity sweater on. It clings just right. She drags him into the shower, soaping him up slow and teasing. Water soaks her sweater, turning it see-through and tempting as hell. Before he knows it, she's on her knees, wrapping those lips around his throbbing cock, sucking him deep and indulgent, eyes locked like she's scoring the winning point. They don't stop there. She backs him against the tiled wall in the stall, hikes up that wet sweater, and slides down on him. Riley rides hard, pussy gripping tight, water pounding around them as she fucks him senseless. Out on the mat, she slicks him up with oil, every inch glistening. Then she drapes her body over his, grinding in a contact massage that feels like pure sin—sweaty skin on skin, her curves pressing into his muscles. Seth's in heaven, soaking it up. She flips him over, dives straight for his cock again, chugging it down like it's her favorite post-game ritual, slurping and swirling till he's rock-hard and begging. Riley climbs on top, takes control, and fucks him with fierce intensity, bouncing and bucking like a wild thing. But Coach Seth ain't one to sit back. He flips her onto her back, pins those athletic legs wide, and pummels her tight pussy with deep, relentless thrusts. She bucks up to meet him, and just when he's teetering on the edge, Riley jerks his cock with those skilled hands—milking every last drop as he explodes all over her.