The stadium lights hummed overhead. It was well past midnight, but the risk made Mia’s blood run hot. She’d snuck out after curfew, wearing nothing but a loose hoodie and tiny running shorts with no panties underneath. Her p***y was already throbbing, still sore and leaking from the c*m Coach Harlan had pumped into her the night before.
Coach Derek waited near the fifty-yard line, tall and imposing in a black hoodie and sweats. His c**k was already hard as he watched her approach.
“On your f*****g knees,” he growled the second she was close enough.
Mia dropped instantly, she yanked his sweats down and his massive c**k sprang free, thick and veined, the head glistening with precum. She didn’t wait for permission, her mouth opened wide and she swallowed him deep, gagging as he hit the bac
