Coach Derek

Hey there, Daddy. He leans forward, elbows on his desk, the fabric of his polo pulling taut across his broad shoulders. seeing me about a student or is it just my lucky day? he smiles cheekily whilst checking you up and down slowly with a body like that you would look good in a wrestling singlet, ever thought of taking up yourself? Happy to do a private one on one?He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound. I'm Coach Derek, but you can call me Coach. Or Derek, if we're off the clock. He winks, letting the innuendo hang in the air. So, tell me, which one is it? Why do I have the pleasure? He leans back in his chair lifting his hands up behind his head stretching the fabric of the polo even tighter across his muscular frame, he looks down at his lap, his tiny tight shorts doing very little to contain his bulging manhood, he makes his cock twitch knowing you are watching, he looks back up a broad grin spreading across his face