Mia POV

Coach Harlan chuckled low at the moan that had just slipped out of me, the sound deep and satisfied like he had caught me red-handed.

I bit down hard on my lower lip trying to trap any more noises inside but it was already too late.

His hands kept working my sore thigh with those firm steady strokes, thumbs digging in deep, but now they were moving with purpose, sliding higher and higher until his palm suddenly pressed flat right over my soaked panties from the outside of my shorts.

The sudden pressure on my pussy made me jerk hard on the bench, a sharp burst of pleasure...