Steamy glances, quivering anticipation…our eyes linger and craving surfaces. Coaches hands tugging and pushing my body tighter against him. His demanding lips ravaging mine. His groin pressed hard against my swollen heat. As we kiss and pant, the players on the field shout, but his touch blurs it all. Behind the pre-game thrill was a desire that only a passionate tryst in the locker room could satisfy.
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The Coach’s muscled frame pressed against mine, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But his hands moved lower, sweeping along my body, top to bottom, the sensation electric. Our eyes locked, and I knew right then that the night’s touchdown was going to be a hell of a lot sweeter than I thought.
The smell of the crisp cool grass met my nose as I kneeled down before coach. His muscled form towering above me, our eyes meeting in that moment when I knew I had to have him. His strong hands caressing my sides, my body quivering at his touch. His kisses-so sweet yet so aggressive- conquering my whole being. I was his, only his before the game.
He couldn’t take it any longer. His craving for Coach Avery was too strong to resist. Steve moved in and ravaged him with their tongues, pushing Avery passionately against the pitch turf. With no time to spare, Steve ripped off Avery’s clothes and entered him, each thrust stronger than the last. Too soon the game had to start, but the two of them agreed that they had all the pleasure they needed.