They didn’t let me reach the equipment office right away.

I was still sitting on the bench, legs open, cum steadily leaking out of me, when Coach Hale grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. My knees buckled. He caught me around the waist, spun me to face the lockers again, and thrust back into my ruined cunt from behind in one hard stroke. The sudden fullness forced a raw, broken moan out of my throat. My forehead pressed against the cold metal as he started fucking me in deep, possessive thrusts.

“You don’t walk anywhere in this locker room without one of us inside you,” he muttered against my...