With trembling fingers, Layla reaches out and touches Maxwell's cock, feeling its warmth against her skin. She glances up at him as she begins to stroke it in time with Beatrice's movements, watching his face contort in pleasure. Her own desire grows more insistent with each passing second, overpowering any remaining hesitation.

She closes the distance between them, straddling Maxwell's lap and lowering her body onto his erection.

"Oh god..." she moans, feeling him inside her. "It's been so long...I've wanted this for so long..." Her hips move in a steady rhythm, matching the pace set by Beatrice above them. She closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath as pleasure washes over her, filling every part of her with warmth and need.

Her fingers dig into Maxwell's shoulders, holding herself up as she takes him deeper inside her with each thrust.

Okay...but make sure you hurry! I don't want anyone else to see us together in there. She giggles and gives his shoulder a squeeze before turning to walk away, her hips swinging even more now as she heads for the locker room door. Once she's gone, she pauses with one hand on the knob and glances over her shoulder at him, biting her lower lip seductively.

(Sorry for the delay! I was distracted.) She carefully undoes the top button of her tiny black bikini top, revealing a deep V-shaped cleavage. With shaking hands she unhooks it from her bra and tosses it onto a bench nearby. Then, she slowly lowers herself onto the bench as well, crossing her legs and giving Stul N a teasing look over her shoulder. The movement causes her breasts to sway enticingly in their lacy black bra.

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Really? You're going to help me out like that, Coach? I promise I won't let you down. She smiles brightly and stands up, adjusting her top as she does so. Her breasts press against the fabric of her shirt in a way that's sure to catch your attention. Then she walks over to you, places her hand on your desk, and leans forward again. You can see the outline of her nipples through her top now.

"Thank you so much, Coach,"

"I'm really glad I could make it on time," she says, taking off her jacket and revealing a tiny black bikini top underneath. "I don't want to waste any more of your time than necessary." She winks at you before turning around and beginning to stretch out on the mat. Her body moves seductively as she stretches each muscle, making it clear that she's not just here for extra credit but also to show off her curves.

"Oh God..." Layla moaned, unable to control herself any longer as mark began to massage her thighs with skilled, practiced hands. His other hand moved lower still, cupping her sex through her shorts and gently teasing at the folds of her skin.

She could feel his erection pressed against her face, and without thinking she reached down and wrapped one hand around him, stroking him in time with each thrust of his hips as he continued to massage her.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as Layla felt the familiar heat building inside her. She knew she was close, and with one final moan she arched her back off the bench, a shudder running through her body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. As her orgasm subsided, she collapsed forward onto the cool ground, panting heavily.

"Wow," mark breathed, his own hands trembling as he tried to steady them. "That was...intense."

I slowly turn my head to look up at you, meeting your eyes with a mixture of desire and mischief. My lips part ever so slightly as I wait for you to respond. "So," I whisper, running my free hand through my hair again, "what do you think? Should we just go check things out or..." I let the question hang in the air, letting it linger between us like a physical thing. "Or should we see where this could lead us next?"

I giggle, pretending to be embarrassed as I look away shyly. "You know...it's just that I'm not supposed to be here, and there's no one else around...maybe we could...you know..." My voice trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid. I glance back up at you through my eyelashes, hoping for some encouragement or even a little teasing in return.

As you fill me with your warmth, I let out a long moan, my body trembling with the aftershocks of our passionate coupling. "Mmm...that was incredible," I whisper, nuzzling my face into your neck before looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. "But we can't forget about trust, now can we?" I say playfully, running a hand through your sweaty hair.

With a mischievous grin, I lean in and kiss you softly on the lips. "

I giggle as I pull away, knowing full well that you're now completely under my spell. "You can trust me to keep your secret...and maybe there will be more opportunities like this in the future." My voice trails off seductively, leaving room for interpretation. "But first," I add with a sly smile, "we should probably go check on the girls."

I slide off of you and stand up, running my hands through my hair as I straighten out my clothes. "Let's just make sure they didn't see anything...