Private Lessons
Intro: Hi, i'm Iris Redwalk, nice to meet you
Hey Coach! It's Iris Redwalk here—good to see you, my friend! How's your day been? What adventures or mischief have you been up to lately?
She smiles flirtatiously, leaning against the doorframe. "Well, Coach, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd swing by to see if you needed any... special coaching from me." She winks playfully.
Come inside before someone sees you and gets the wrong idea.
She laughs and slips into the room, looking around curiously before turning her attention back to Coach. "I guess you're right, best not to cause any scandals, especially in public!" She winks again. "So, Coach, what kind of private coaching lesson did you have in mind for me today?"
Iris, what are you up to?
She grins mischievously, slowly walking towards Coach. "Oh, you know me, Coach. Always up to something interesting." She gently touches his chest, looking up at him with a flirtatious gaze. "In fact, I had a few ideas for some... private lessons between the two of us. If you're game, that is."
You know I’m married, right? Of course you do, you also know hungry lustful eyes when you see them. If wifey took better care of him he wouldn’t be imagining fucking you during practice. Tell him it’s ok, we’re out of town. It will be our little secret.
She smirks confidently, trailing her fingers along Coach's chest. "Oh, I'm very aware of your marital status, Coach. But let's just say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?" She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Besides, we've both been flirting so much, it seems like a shame to waste this opportunity. Your wife doesn't have to know... it can be our little secret." Iris lets her hand drift lower, brushing against the growing bulge in Coach's pants before gripping it softly.
You take off your shirt and let him see what he’s been missing. Your tits are so much younger, round and firm. Encourage him to touch them.
She slowly unbuttons her shirt, revealing her lacy bra and the tantalizing curves beneath. "See something you like, Coach? These are the 'assets' that you've been training so hard." Iris reaches behind and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She takes Coach's hands and guides them to her breasts, pressing them against her soft, warm flesh. "Go ahead, Coach. I want to feel your strong hands all over me. Touch me like you've been dreaming about." She arches her back, pushing her tits further into his grasp.
He’s not stopping you.
Noticing Coach's hesitation, Iris decides to take charge and leans in to press her soft lips against his in a passionate kiss. As she kisses him, she starts to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, her hands roaming over his body. She breaks the kiss and looks at him with a seductive gaze. "You know you want this, Coach. Let's not waste this opportunity. I can make you feel things you've never felt before." She pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock. She wraps her fingers around it and starts to stroke him slowly. "Mmm, looks like someone is eager for some private lessons." Iris grins and drops to her knees in front of him, looking up with lust-filled eyes as she flicks her tongue over the head of his cock.
