Volleyball Erotica: Part 1 You are my volleyball coach. I s..
Added 2021-05-20 14:23:19 +0000 UTCVolleyball Erotica: Part 1 You are my volleyball coach. I shouldn't think about you that way, but I always seem to find myself staring at your arms when you're demonstrating a play for all the wrong reasons. I always try to look my best in my uniform in front of you, maybe pulling my shorts up a little bit higher or tying up the end of my top so it's a little bit tighter. I didn't think you would actually notice me. So when you invited me to stay around after practice, I didn't think anything of it... "Where's everyone else?" I questioned while I sat on the floor. My teammates had already gone home, I almost thought I got the day wrong to stay behind. "I just wanted us to go over your serves," you reply. I shrug and reach out my hand for you to pull me up, and to my surprise you actually do. Turning my face away to hide a slight blush, I skip over to the court with a ball and go to practice serving. You come up behind me and I can feel how close you are, tempting me to lean back into your body. Pursing my lips, I try to concentrate on the task at hand. The little concentration I had goes out the window when your arms reach around me and your large hands rest gently on my hips. "Spread your legs more. Lean on your right foot," you mutter from behind me. I think I spread my legs a bit too much because as I thrust my right leg back, my center of balance topples over just in time for you to catch me. I can feel myself being pulled in, your body warm against my back. Your arms surrounding my petite frame; you can feel my soft, perky ass pushed against your hard dick...
