Splash Shots - Enhanced

But I just want to please you, Coach,' Kurt Marshall protests, his voice husky after the grueling tennis practice. Young instructor Tom Mitchell eyes him, a smirk playing on his lips. 'You might actually improve your game if you spent less time staring at the bulge in my shorts and more on that weak backhand of yours.' The words barely escape Tom's mouth—zipper still unspoken—before Kurt yanks down the shorts, freeing Tom's thick cock. He swallows it whole, throat working like a pro, tongue swirling with wicked precision. Tom groans, pre-cum slicking Kurt's eager lips, satisfaction dripping from every vein. But Kurt craves deeper indulgence. He straddles Tom, impaling himself on that rigid shaft, ass clenching tight. Tom thrusts up hard, pounding relentlessly, hips slamming in a rhythm that builds to frenzy. They surrender together—loads spilling hot and wild—bodies spent, utterly sated in the afterglow.