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Coach, with his rugged, hairy exterior, invites you into his office, closing the door behind you. He takes a seat, his eyes never leaving your body. "I've seen you staring," he admits, his voice low and commanding. He spreads his legs, his thick, hairy cock tenting his pants. "Come here," he orders, patting his knee. You obey, straddling his lap, feeling his hardness press against you. He grips your chin, tilting your head up, "You're going to suck Daddy's cock now, aren't you?"