Field Of Schemes #04

After the coaches finished talking, India Summer walked straight up to Coach Magdalene. Her long legs carried her across the floor with purpose. "I need to get into this university," she said. "Can you help me?" Magdelene looked her up and down. The corner of her mouth lifted. She pressed India against the lockers, hips pinning her there. Her fingers slipped under India's shirt, finding warm skin. India let out a small gasp. Magdalene kissed the side of her neck, teeth grazing the vein that pulsed with heat. She slid India's shorts down in one quick motion, baring smooth thighs. India was already wet, slick heat coating Magdalene's fingers the moment she touched her. Two fingers slid in deep. India pushed back against the lockers, thighs spread, hips bucking. Magdalene fucked her hard and steady, the locker doors clattering, while her thumb rubbed tight circles over India's swollen clit. India's breath hitched, broken, as she came hard against the older woman's hand, shaking, slick dripping down Magdalene's wrist. Magdalene smiled against her throat. "Consider it done," she said. And kissed her hard.