Yes, but????

Olivia could feel herself losing it, Jenna needed to hurry up. Coach Marshall bent Olivia over the bench while continuing to tease her glistening pussy lips. “Fuck your wet.” He laughed he he ran a finger between her folds.

"Mmmm," Olivia moaned, she was enjoying being exposed like this, the coach could see every inch of her, every intimate detail. He reached his hand and wrapped it in her long blonde hair, controlling her. Pulling her head back and breathing into her ear as he began to finger bang her.

"Your my bitch Olivia, you hear me, say it, tell me that your my little whore, that you need this, you need a real man's cock to fuck that tight little cunt."

"Ahh, fuck!" Olivia cried out.

"Say it, now, say that you're my bitch."

"I'm your little whore, fuck me coach, give me that big hard cock!"

The coach released his grip on Olivia's hair and she fell forward, resting her head on the cool bench. He lined his cock up and teased her by brushing her folds with its tip. Out of lustful instinct Olivia felt her body rock and hips thrust back, causing the tip to enter her.

“Woah you are one eager slut! I didn’t even have to tell you.” He laughed, pulling his cock out from inside her.

"What... why? Please?" Olivia felt her ass rise up and shake.

"Oh, you want it bad huh?"

"Please, I need it." She pleaded.

The coach smiled, and without warning thrust his entire length into her pussy, balls deep, causing Olivia to let out a cry of pleasure and pain.