[F4M] Creampying You with My Juicy F4M Plaping

In this forbidden tale, you play a young college athlete who's sent to an isolated training camp by your coach. It's meant to be a grueling program designed to toughen you up, but little do you know, your chiseled coach has something else in mind.

You're immediately put to work with daily drills and exercises, but your coach seems particularly focused on your rear end. He's constantly pushing you to do more, making sure you're constantly sore.

One day, after another grueling workout, you collapse onto the gym mat, panting. Your coach approaches, squatting down beside you. He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and leans in close. 'You're doing great,' he purrs. 'But I think I know how to make you even better.'

He reaches out, slowly lifting your hips off the ground. You feel his hands parting your cheeks, and a shiver runs down your spine. 'Spread your legs,' he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. 'I want to see that perfect ass of yours.'

You obey, the cool air caressing your wetness. Your coach's fingers probe, teasing, and you gasp, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you. 'Mmm, you're so wet,' he murmurs. 'You must be ready for some f4m plaping.'

He slides a finger inside you, and you moan, your hips bucking instinctively. The coach laughs, low and husky, and starts pumping his finger, working you open. You feel another finger join the first, and you're filled, stretched to your limits.

But the worst is yet to come. The coach removes his fingers, and you hear a faint squelching sound. He rubs your glistening butt cheeks together, and you feel a warmth spreading. He's... cumming on you?

His hands move to your hips, lifting you back up to a sitting position. You feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against your entrance. 'You need to get used to it,' he says, his voice low and serious. 'I'm going to plape you all over the gym.'

And with that, he drives his cock deep inside you, filling you with his seed. The burn of his penetration gives way to the warm throb of pleasure as he pounds into you, your body beginning to ache with the relentless pace.

You know you should protest, but you can't. His cock feels too good, stretching you, claiming you, making you his. You cry out as he slams home, his hips meeting your ass with a slap, the sound echoing off the walls of the gym. 'Creampy,' he growls, his fingers digging into your hips.

'Yes, cum in me,' you whisper, your body shuddering as the coach's cock erupts, painting the inside of your tunnel with his hot cum. You moan, your eyes rolling back as the coach fills you with his seed, marking you as his own.

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