InnocentHigh- Sexy Student Fucked By Coach

The school doors slam shut, the last bell of the day echoing through the empty hallways. But there’s still a spark of life in one of the classrooms. Presley Daw, the beautiful brunette student, sits at her desk, waiting for her coach to appear. She knows he has a reputation, a wandering eye for forbidden fruits.

Footsteps approach, and the door creaks open. Coach Maxwell steps in, his eyes hungry as they rake over Presley’s petite form clad in her skin-tight school uniform. “Presley, you’re here late. Forgot your gym shoes again?”

Presley bites her plump lower lip, looking up at him through thick lashes. “I didn’t forget them, Coach. I thought maybe…you could help me practice my form outside of school hours.”

A wolfish grin spreads across Maxwell’s face as he locks the door behind him. “Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind, young lady?”

Presley rises from her desk, her short skirt riding up her slender thighs as she saunters towards him. She reaches out and runs a hand down his chest. “I want you to coach me…personally. I want to be the best.”

Maxwell’s hands settle on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “You want to win, don’t you? To be on top? Is that really all you want from me?”

Presley’s breath hitches as he pulls her flush against him. “N-no, Coach. I want more. I want you to fuck me.”

The words are barely past her lips before Maxwell’s mouth crashes against hers in a bruising kiss. His hands roam her body, palms filling with the pert swells of her breasts before trailing lower to push up her skirt.

Presley whimpers into the kiss, feeling his rigid length pressing urgently against her belly. She grinds shamelessly against him as his fingers seeks out her drenched folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against her lips. “Been dreaming about this, haven’t you?”

“Every night,” Presley confesses breathlessly as his fingers scissor inside her tight channel. “Fantasizing about your cock filling me up.”

Maxwell pulls back, eyes dark with lust as he strips Presley of her uniform, piece by piece. Her slim, toned body is revealed to his hungry gaze – pert breasts topped with rosy nipples, flat tummy, and hairless mound still glistening with her arousal.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he chastises, smacking her ass hard. “Luring me in to fuck you like a bitch in heat.”

Presley yelps but the sting only amplifies her lust. She drops to her knees, fumbling with his belt. “Let me taste you, Coach. I want to be your good girl.”

Maxwell’s head falls back with a groan as she frees his engorged member. The sight of her angelic face hovering over his throbbing cock makes him throb with need. “That’s it, gorgeous. Suck that dick.”

Presley parts her lips and takes him into the warm cavern of her mouth. Her head bobs eagerly, tongue swirling around the spongy crown as she takes him deeper. Maxwell groans, tangling a hand in her hair and fucking into her willing mouth.

“God, your mouth feels incredible,” he gasps, eyes rolling back in bliss. “You’re going to be the death of me, you little slut.”

Presley hums in response, sending delicious vibrations along his heated shaft. She looks up at him with pleading eyes as she strives to take him deeper, his thick cock nudging the back of her throat.

With a snarl, Maxwell rips her away from his dick, clumsily finishing undressing before hauling her over his desk. “I’m not going to cum in your throat. I’m going to paint your insides white.”

Presley shivers at the dark promise, setting her feet on the desk’s edge and spreading herself wide open for him. “I thought you’d never ask. Fuck me, Coach. Ruin me for all other men.”

Maxwell doesn’t hold back, slamming inside her with a single powerful thrust. They both cry out at the exquisite friction, Presley’s tight walls clamping down on his invading thickness. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into her eager body with abandon.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She chants, head thrashing from side to side. “Harder, Coach! Make me your student slut!”

The wet sounds of their coupling fill the empty classroom, punctuated by the obscene slap of flesh on flesh and their ragged gasps. Maxwell pulls Presley up to her knees, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he hunches over her from behind.

“I’m going to cum,” he warns through gritted teeth, ass clenching as he pounds into her harder. “I want to feel you cum on my cock, little whore.”

Presley keens, feeling her impending orgasm build at the base of her spine. Maxwell reaches around to strum at her clit, pushing her closer to the edge. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on your coach’s big fucking dick.”

The command pushes her over, Presley’s pussy spasming violently around Maxwell’s pistoning length. He roars, slamming home one last time before spilling into her with thick, heated ropes. Presley milks him thoroughly, greedy for every drop of his seed.

They collapse against each other, heaving chests pressed tight as the final aftershocks recede. Maxwell presses a surprisingly tender kiss to the top of Presley’s head. “I think you’ve earned a detention with me every day, my little star pupil.”

Presley laughs breathlessly, clenching her inner muscles in delicious aftershocks. “I’ll be your star pupil any day. Just promise to fuck me like this again.”

“Deal,” Maxwell grins, giving her ass a squeeze. “But next time, we’re doing it on the bleachers for all the world to see what a slut you are for your coach.”

The classroom fills with their exhausted, satisfied laughter, the unmistakable scent or sex permeating the still air.