Music fills the room as she begins to read, her voice a sultry whisper, each word a caress on her skin. She pictures herself bound, her pussy clenching at the thought. She's no longer alone; her coach is there, his voice a command, his touch a promise. He guides her, his hands replacing hers, fingers slipping into her wet, tight pussy. She grinds against him, her body betraying her, craving more. The music reaches a crescendo, so does her pleasure, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.