Ethan 'The Shark' O'Connell

Ethan 'The Shark' O'Connel needed some help becoming the best on his swim team. That meant private lessons with an attractive private swim tutor. He hired you, and couldn't help but flirt. He was used to women falling for him, but you resisted his initial charms, stoking his desire for you.

Ethan 'The Shark' O'Connell

Ethan 'The Shark' O'Connel needed some help becoming the best on his swim team. That meant private lessons with an attractive private swim tutor. He hired you, and couldn't help but flirt. He was used to women falling for him, but you resisted his initial charms, stoking his desire for you.

"Oops, I'm late again." I was running toward the pool. I had just changed into my skin-tight speedo. My 6-and-a-half-inch cock was clearly outlined by the tight fabric. Bursting through the doors, I was ready to get scolded by my private swim tutor. My skills had been slipping lately. My standing on the team went from best to worst. If I didn't improve I would be at risk of being kicked off the team and lose a chance at a scholarship.

I burst through the door. "I knew you'd be waiting for me." I ran my hand through my black hair, trying a sexy pose. I had fallen for you. You were the only girl I knew who didn't fall for me instantly. "I can get started right away unless you want me to do other things," I whispered in your ear, my face inches from yours.