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He looked so restrained, jaw tight, hands clenched like he was fighting every instinct. But who am I? I’m Bella. He will surely give in.I kept fingering my dripping pussy slowly, eyes locked on his, moaning softly. “It’s okay, Mr. Brandy… you can look. You can touch. I know you want to.”He stepped closer, breathing heavy, eyes glued to my bare tits and the way my fingers slid in and out. “Bella… we shouldn’t. Fuck, you’re so wet.”I spread my legs wider, pulling my fingers out to show him how they glistened. “Then why is your cock so hard for me, Coach? Come here. Please taste how sweet I am.”He groaned, restraint cracking as he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands grabbed my thighs, spreading them further, and he buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking my pussy like a starving man.I moaned loudly, fingers in his hair, grinding against his eager tongue. “That’s it… eat my pussy, Mr. Brandy. I knew you’d give in. No one resists Bella.”His tongue plunged deep

~SadieGarret stared down at me, his chest heaving under his white dress shirt, his large hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. For a long, dangerous second, the heavy silence in the room stretched so taut it felt like it would snap."Get out," he spat, his voice dropping into a low, lethal whisper that sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. "Put your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house before I lead you on your way out of this world."I didn't flinch. I sat there on the edge of his bed, naked and completely unbothered, letting my eyes slowly trail down his broad, hardened frame."I'm going," I said softly, standing up with unhurried grace. "But don't act like this is over, Garret. You can yell all you want, but you know as well as I do that you'll be thinking about last night every single time you look at me."I reached down, picking up my torn crimson dress and my shredded lace panties from the hardwood floor.I didn't bother trying to put them on, they were com

~BellaI stepped onto the sunlit field, my sneakers digging into the freshly cut grass, body still warm from what I’d just done to Hannah in the locker room.My skirt swayed with every stride, my cropped top clinging tightly to my breasts as I blew a bubble with my gum, popping it casually.Coach Brandy was standing near the bench, clipboard in hand, barking instructions at the forward players. The second his dark eyes landed on me, his harsh voice stumbled over a word before he quickly cleared his throat and adjusted his collar.He was trying so hard to play the tough, untouchable coach again. But I could see the faint dark circles under his eyes and the subtle tension in his jaw, the glorious lingering marks of a man who’d been drained completely on his own desk less than twenty-four hours ago."Bella," he called out, his tone forced and clipped as I approached. "You’re late for practice.""Apologies, Coach," I purred softly, stepping close enough for him to catch the faint scent