the coach

A loud gasp left her as his arms caged her against his office door, "You want me and I want you, what's the issue?"

"I'm not sleeping with my son's coach."

"We won't be sleeping, Mari. I'd have you under me, crying as I pound into you." He smirked, a finger coming to rest under her chin, "Don't you want me to fuck you, Mary?"

Maria gulped, her thighs squeezing together.