Don't Quit The Squad!

Carter grabbed the older coach in the locker room like she was starving. "I love you," she blurted, voice shaking but sure. Alexis stared, cheeks flushing, her hand finding the younger girl’s waist without thinking. The second Carter felt that touch she surged forward, catching Alexis’ mouth in a deep, wet kiss that went straight to the gut. tongues slid and tangled, hungry, almost angry. They backed against the lockers, metal clanging, nobody gave a damn. Alexis pushed Carter down on the bench and straddled her, fingers already under the short skirt, finding slick heat through soaked panties. She teased first, slow circles, then sank two fingers inside, curling, fucking her steady while Carter clawed at the coach’s shirt and whimpered. The older woman yanked Carter’s top down, sucked her nipples hard, leaving red marks, every pull making Carter buck. When she finally peeled her own clothes off, Alexis climbed over Carter’s face, lowering her soaking cunt onto an eager mouth. Carter licked like she couldn’t get enough, chin shiny, nose buried, moaning into flesh that tasted salt and sweet. Alexis grabbed the bench for balance, riding the tongue, grinding until her thighs shook and her cries hit the ceiling. Then she flipped them, slid between Carter’s spread legs and ate her open. Carter’s juices coated Alexis’ chin as orgasm hit so hard her vision blurred, hips stuttering like she’d been Tasered. Alexis didn’t stop until the girl went limp, only to rise and kiss her again, trading the taste of both of them, both breathing like they’d just run sprints. Words had opened the floodgates, and the flood had already swept them under.