The stadium lights flickered off one by one, leaving only the moon to watch the last two souls on the pitch. Sienna tugged her braids free, blonde strands sticking to her sweat-slicked neck as she jogged toward Coach Connor. "Hey, old man," she called, voice bright and razor-sharp. "Everyone else bailed like cowards. You gonna leave the star player stranded too, or are you finally admitting I'm your favorite?"
Connor's jaw tightened, eyes flicking over her tight soccer shorts and perky little breasts straining against the damp jersey. "Sienna, it's late. Get your stuff. I'll drop you. But this is the last time."
"Last time? Please. You love chauffeuring me around. Admit it—my game-winning goals make you hard." She slid into the passenger seat, legs tucked up, that cute tight ass shifting against the leather. The car smelled like his cologne and her post-practice musk. She leaned closer, blue eyes sparkling with innocent hunger. "You know, I've been thinking about your... coaching style all week. So hands-on. Makes a girl wonder what else those hands can do."
He gripped the wheel, knuckles white. "Cut the motor-mouth act. You're eighteen, smart as hell—don't play dumb with me."
"Smart enough to know you're sweating right now," she shot back, hand brushing his thigh. "And hard. Don't deny it, Coach. I've seen the way you watch my ass during drills." Her fingers found his cock through his pants, already stiff and throbbing. "Mmm, that's not reluctant at all."
Connor groaned, pulling into a dark turnout. "This is insane. We could get caught."
"Then make it quick and filthy," she purred, climbing over the console with athletic grace. She wasn't submissive—she straddled him, grinding her wet pussy against his hard length. "I've been horny for you forever. Touch me." Panting, she freed his cock, stroking it with eager fingers before taking him in her mouth for a quick, sloppy blowjob that left her lips dripping. "Tastes better than victory."
He yanked her shorts aside, fingers sliding into her dripping pussy. "Fuck, Sienna—you're soaked." She rode his hand, ass bouncing, witty retorts tumbling out between moans. "Told you I was your favorite. Now fuck me like you mean it."
He thrust up into her tight heat, both of them sweating and panting in the cramped car. "Condom—"
"No time. Cum inside me," she demanded, strong thighs locking around him. "I want it."
"Birth control?" he rasped, pounding harder.
"No," she gasped, grinning wickedly, "but do it anyway." He came with a growl, pumping hot cum deep into her pussy as she clenched around him, her own orgasm crashing through.
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