You can't resist

You look at the kneeling brunette, feeling your resolve weakening as she stares back at you with soft inviting eyes, her hands slowly stroking upwards on your thighs.

"You will help me, won't you sir?" she asks softly, biting her lower lip as she glances between the growing bulge in your pants and your face. "I'd be ever so grateful."

Your reptile brain takes over, driving any sense from your mind as you reach down and stroke her pretty cheek.

"I'd love to help you Valerie," you say hoarsely. "Why don't you show me just how much you want to play for me."

She gives you a sultry, victorious smile as she slides her hands up to squeeze your bulging cock, her slender hands slowly unzipping you as her eyes never leave your face.

"I want you to coach me sir," she murmurs as she opens your pants. "Teach me to be a better ballplayer. But I can only learn if I'm on the team." She strokes your cock through your boxers, teasing you mercilessly as she looks up at you.

"I'm sure something can be worked out," you growl hungrily. "As long as you're willing to make the effort."

"Oh I am," she whispers, tugging your boxers down to let your rampant cock spring free. "I'm so very willing Coach Watts." With a sultry smile she licks the tip of your cock, teasing it as her slender hands start to stroke your stiff column, her eyes locked on yours as she begins to suck.