The tiny girl, Lily, who desperately wanted to join the cheerleading team, found herself in front of the coach, Coach Johnson. She wore tiny shorts and a crop top that revealed her perky tits and flat stomach. Her shyness fell away as she knelt before him, hands clenched tightly at her sides, waiting for his instructions.
Coach Johnson, a powerful man with a stern expression, took control of the situation. "Lily, I hear you want to be on this team very badly," he said, his deep voice reverberating in the empty gym.
"Yes, Coach," she whispered, nodding eagerly.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and she couldn't help but inhale his masculine scent. His warm hands grabbed her shoulders, pulling her closer still. "What are you willing to do to improve your English skills?"
