$name1 stays late for a private tennis lesson and gets bent over the net post by her younger coach.
The club courts emptied at dusk. $name1, thirty-eight, still in her white skirt and sports bra, bounced a ball on her racket while her coach Ethan — twenty-nine, lean, sun-browned — locked the gate.
“Your backhand opens your hips,” he said, stepping behind her. “Like this.”
His hands on her waist were not instructional. She felt his cock harden against her arse through his shorts. She didn’t step away.
“Show me properly,” she said. “Somewhere without cameras.”
They went to the equipment shed. Rackets lined the walls. The air smelled of rubber and dust. The moment the door shut he shoved her skirt up, found she had skipped knickers, and groaned at the sight of her trimmed wet cunt. He dropped to his knees and ate her against the wall — tongue spearing, sucking her clit — until she came muffling a cry into her wrist.
Then he stood, freed a thick young cock, and bent her over a ball cart. He thrust into her from behind in one stroke. $name1 gasped. He fucked her hard, balls slapping, hands gripping her MILF hips, telling her she was the hottest student on his books and he had jacked off thinking about this skirt.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Your mother isn’t here. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He did. She came on his cock with her tits smashed against the cart. He pulled out, turned her, and fucked her throat until spit strings connected them, then bent her again and filled her cunt with hot cum until it leaked down her tennis socks.
She smoothed her skirt, kissed him once, and said, “Same time Thursday. Bring a plug. I want lessons that leave me limping to the car park.”
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
