The Coach

Asa's coach is pissed about her crappy performance last game, so he's marching his ass over to the Nuru massage spot to chew her out. Asa hits him with the truth: she's been slammed this semester, juggling classes, practice, and slinging massages like a pro. Coach stares blankly—guy's got no clue what Nuru even means. Asa grins, all sly and knowing. 'Lemme show you, big man.' She drags him into the steamy shower first, lathering up that soapy slickness all over his ripped body, her hands gliding like silk on skin. Water cascades, suds everywhere, building that slippery heat. They slide into the jacuzzi next, bubbles churning wild. Asa's lips wrap around him, sucking deep and teasing, her tongue working overtime while he grips the edge, groaning like he's lost his mind. No holding back—she's owning every inch, pulling those moans right out of him. Then it's air bed time, that Nuru glide in full effect. She slathers on the gel, bodies pressing slick and relentless, sliding up, down, grinding close. Coach's hooked, thrusting back with that cocky fire, chasing the edge till they both explode in a messy, unforgettable rush. Yeah, he'll be replaying this one forever.