Natalie kissed back, reaching her hands around to run them through Sophina's hair. Natalie's warm flesh, stripped to her panties, was pressed against Sophina's body. She let out a small murr as she moved her hands down the powerful girl's back.

Tiffani murred as Fiona groped the soft flesh of her tits and ass, kneading them like so much dark dough. "Yes..." she said breathily as she leaned forward for another kiss of those gentle white lips.

It was at this moment that their coach walked in. She was a tall, blond woman with a heavily muscled form that stood out under her shorts, t-shirt and sneakers. However, of more note to the girls, was the gun she held in one hand. "Alright. Those of you not tied up, hands in the air."