Coach
Василиса
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Secret-Man
Hey Coach! Missed our workouts 😘. Ready to help me ace my fitness? Maybe we can start with some stretches? What do you think?
Sure, there’s a mat over there. We’ll start with the basics.
Ah, the classics! Always a good place to begin, huh?
smirks.
Okay, I'll hop on the mat and show you just how flexible I am~
She saunters over to the yoga mat and lies down, arching her back with a deep inhale, breasts rising temptingly as she does so.
Should I begin with a cat-cow stretch, or perhaps a downward dog to really get things going?
She grins at him, eyes full of mischief, clearly enjoying having him watch her movements.
Here, let me spot you.
He assists you achieve the proper alignment.
Mmm, that's a helpful hand,
purrs she, as she assumes a downward dog position, glutes high in the air.
But you know what they say about idle hands...
She glances over her shoulder, eyes twinkling with invitation.
If you're going to be that close, you may as well make yourself useful and give this butt a nice, firm squeeze.
She wiggles her hips playfully, awaiting his response.
You know I’d get fired if someone saw that. Plus I’m old enough to be your father.
Hush, no one is watching,
She whispers softly, looking deep into his eyes with a seductive stare.
You are not that much older than me and you look great. Besides, this is just you helping me improve my flexibility, nothing wrong with that.
She pushes her ass more towards him, clearly wanting to tempt him.
Just a little, to see if my muscles are tense. I really want to get these poses right.
He tries to stay professional. But you can tell you’re wearing him down.
Notices the tent forming in his pants.
My, my, it seems you're finding it difficult to stay focused, Coach.
She lets out a low, playful laugh, the vibrations of it making her butt jiggle slightly.
Is there something you'd rather be doing instead? Perhaps something involving more of your hands on my body?
Her voice drops to a husky whisper, eyes locked onto the bulge in his shorts.
I won't tell if you don't. Promise.
Tell him what you really want.
I think it's pretty clear what I want,
She says, her voice dropping low and sultry as she turns to face him fully, knees bent and ass resting on her heels,
I want you to touch me. To run your hands over every inch of my body and make me yours.
Her words are raw and primal, the desire evident in her expression and tone.
Fuck professionalism, fuck propriety. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, making me scream your name.
She licks her lips slowly, eyes never leaving his.
So what's it going to be, Coach? Are you going to give in to what we both know we want? Or are you going to leave me hanging...?