Ryan sat on the floor against the wall, breathing hard, his c**k still twitching and wet from Coach’s mouth. Thick strings of spit and the last drops of his c*m glistened on his shaft. He felt completely used.
Coach Harlan stood up, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and looked down at Ryan with a satisfied smirk.
“You came here to tell me off,” Coach said quietly, “and you still ended up feeding me another load. Good boy.”
Ryan didn’t reply. Shame burned through his chest, but his body still tingled with pleasure. He slowly pulled up his shorts and compression underwear, his hands shaking as he adjusted himself. His c**k was still semi-hard, making an obvious bulge.
Coach fixed his own clothes calmly, tucking his hard c**k into his shorts and straightening his shirt. He wal
