No, she needs another lesson

"You're a fucking monster." She says between gasps. "How could you do that?" "It is my duty as a coach to train you by any means necessary," I say admiring her topless form. "And it seems that this lesson has been rather successful."

She looks at me with hate in her eyes "Successful? I almost choked to ****! Not mentioning how disgusting it was!!!" Amelia sits up and wipes her face with her arm trying to remove at least some of the mess.

"Almost. Breathing on the final meters of distance, when your body wants more air doesn't seem to be rather tame in comparison, isn't it?" Amelia is surprisingly calm considering what just happened.

"You are sick." She looks around looking for her bra, but I grab it first.

"Well, you are right about that. I am sick. Sick of you. Sick of your inability to fucking breathe!!" I put her bra in a pocket "You aren't leaving until I recover to fuck enough to your face again."

"What!?" She exclaims

"I said you aren't leaving until I recover enough to fuck you again." I grin straight in her face seeing how she is struggling to contain herself.

"You're going to **** me again!? Please, don't... I'll try breathing better!" It is amusing how she is already ready to forget about this little 'accident' and return to regular training. Once again, I see that **** without consequences does work

"Yes. I said that we'll have many of those special training sessions." I smile seeing how she picks up a ruined T-shirt and starts wiping her breasts with it. This is like a scene from a porno movie. Amelia, one of the hottest girls I have ever seen, is sitting on the floor, topless, covered in sweat, and wiping my cum of her chest. And I am standing above her smiling. I am sure that there are many men who would give anything to be in my place.

Amelia stays silent for quite some time before asking "You will limit... it... to my mouth, right?" Her meek tone is a good sign. I know how stubborn she can be.

"Of course, dear. You know how bad your breathing is. You need to practice. Fucking your cunt won't help our common of making you a champion," I am not sure that I won't change my decision later but it can't hurt giving her hope that I'll limit myself.

Her eyes light up as if I've given her a lottery ticket "Thank you, coach." Isn't it amusing? She is thanking me despite the fact that I **** her to **** on my cock and plan to do it again, soon. A mere thought about this makes my dick twitch again.

"Was it your first blowjob?" I ask "And stop covering your boobs! We both want me getting aroused sooner."

"No, it wasn't my first." She replies in a slightly embarrassed voice, making me wonder who was that lucky guy. "But it was the first time I choked... First time I had it in my throat."

"I said stop covering your boobs!" I raise my voice seeing her ignoring my request.

"I'm sorry..." Her tone is just like if I scolded her for some wrong arm movement during a training session. She drops the remains of her T-Shirt back on the floor.

Seeing my favorite pair of breasts, those beautiful watermelons, completely exposed to my gaze is enough to bring my cock back to full hardness. Amelia notices this and gulps nervously. "How will you do it now?"