She is watching for a while

You're pumping Taylor on your hard rod, her trained body feels as light as a feather in your strong arms and you're thinking you could continues it for several hours before you get tired.

Ms. Samson is watching your show of strength. She's noticing Taylor's open mouth and hearing her hot moaning, observing the bouncing of cheerleader's firm melons and the working of your huge powerful biceps. Her looks are going down and she is gazing as few inches of your fleshy prick appears from Taylor's streched bunghole. You lowers Taylor and all your manhood disappears inside. You keep on pumping and the part your hard rod is regularly shown to the coach’s eyes.

"You're like sex machine, John."

Ms. Samson steps close to you and touches your biceps. You're grins and ask her:

"Do you want to join us?"

"Yes!" She answers automatically and immediately fixes. "I'm coach, if anyone catches me having sex with students I'll have really big problems. I better leave."

"Are you sure, Heather?" You raises Taylor higher than usual and show half of your thick footlong. "You don't want to feel this little boy inside you?"

"Y-yes, I-I w-want." Ms. Samson blushes and stutters with arousal. "I-I b-better leave-e!"

She runs out of room, before the arousal may change her mind, and you say with a laugh:

"Babe on the dick is worth two in the room."

Taylor doesn't answer you and only moans. You ask yourself:

"Where do I'll fuck you?"