"Tennis Coach" Really A Pervert

He was her tennis instructor, but today the lesson turned filthy. Without warning, he seized the waistband of her shorts and yanked them down, leaving her bare. His hands caught her breasts at once, full, firm, perfect in his palms, thumbs grazing her nipples as they stiffened under his touch. She did not step back. Heat pulsed between them, and the racket slipped from her grip. Moments later she was flat on the court, legs parted wide, while his mouth found her pussy and he licked her in slow, deliberate strokes across wet, sensitive flesh. There was no count of forty-love, just the slick sound of his tongue sliding between her folds, her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him deeper, and neither of them pretending this was about tennis anymore.