Johan stepped into the office and closed the door behind him with a soft, ominous click. The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.
Jake froze, still buried inside me. "Coach… I—"
"Get off her," Johan said coldly. "Now."
Jake pulled out quickly. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, c*m from both men already leaking down my thighs. Johan's eyes burned with fury as he looked at my flushed, well-f****d body — breasts still leaking milk, face covered in a light sheen of sweat.
He walked over slowly, cupping my chin and forcing me to look at him.
"You let him f**k you, babygirl?" His voice was dangerously low. "Even after I warned you?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy…" I whispered, tears of shame and fear welling up.
Johan turned to Jake, his expression dark. "You want a ta
