Coach Steven's armpit is hot sweaty and rank, and you're stuck there, entangled in his hair. You feel yourself firmly squeezed as he lays on his side, defeating you with practically no effort whatsoever. The smell of jock stink permeates your nose as your coach continues his submission.
He was a towering 6ft tall bastard of a coach, built like a tank. Always having had a bit of a crush on him, you always put up with his bs, but it's not like you could ever do anything if you wanted to. After awhile, you give up hope of escape,
"Just end it already!" you scream
The entire class laughs at you while the couch poses, making you look even more like a weakling to him. The coach pretends not to hear you and...
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