[ HOT PICS ] Carol - Supervisor’s Special Treatment

Carol was lying on her side on the bed, one leg slightly bent, the other stretched out—like she knew exactly how to show off that body after a long, hot day. She was wearing this tight red dress that had ridden up just enough to flash the tops of her black stockings, hugging her thighs like they wanted your hands on them.

Her lingerie barely covered anything. That black lace clung to her like it had been poured on, tracing the shape of her round, firm ass while she gave it the slightest little wiggle—like she knew you were standing there watching her from the door.

“Lock the door,” she said, voice low and warm, not even turning her head. “Don’t want anyone walking in while you’re unwinding with me…”

She stretched slow, arching her back just enough to lift that perfect ass higher, the dress slipping up more, teasing the edge of her stockings and the soft space between her thighs.

Her legs, smooth and sexy as hell, crossed like they were waiting for you. And they were.

“Come here. I’ve been waiting for you all day… and I’m more than ready to help you let off some steam.”

Then the other leg followed. She locked you in, her heels digging in just enough to pull your face close, her scent hitting you like a goddamn drug.

By the time you pulled her panties to the side, she was already dripping, her body pulsing with need. She let out this low, desperate moan the second your mouth found her, hips rolling, thighs trembling around your face.

When she finally pulled you up by the shirt and dragged you over her, there wasn’t even a pause—she reached between you, lined you up, and pushed her hips up to meet you.

Her moan turned to a gasp the second you sank in.

“Just like that,” she breathed against your ear, nails raking down your back. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”