The locker room lights were dimmed low when Mia slipped inside the next night, heart hammering like she’d just run suicides. Her body still ached from Coach Harlan’s brutal claiming the night before, her p***y tender and leaking remnants of his thick c*m into her panties all day. She’d spent classes squirming in her seat, thighs pressed together, trying not to moan every time she felt the sticky reminder of how he’d f**k her.
The door locked behind her with a click. Coach Derek was already waiting, shirtless, his chest and abs glistening under the low lights. His gym shorts did nothing to hide the massive erection straining against the fabric.
“Strip,” he ordered, voice gravelly. “Now.”
Mia didn’t hesitate. She removed her hoodie and sports bra, letting her full t**s bounce free. Shorts
