[ HOT PICS ] Carol Disciplinary Report.

I found her there—pressed against her bedroom door. Carol, the supervisor. Just a thin sweater pulled up over her chest, showing she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits, firm and barely covered, peeked out from underneath the fabric, nipples clearly visible. Below, just tight black panties—like she picked them to tempt someone.

She was bent forward, hands flat on the door, ass sticking out toward me. Round. Perfect. And it was moving—slow, deliberate. Rubbing against my crotch without fully touching. Teasing. Building heat.

Carol (in a low, husky voice, without turning):
—You really thought there wasn’t a horny woman under that uniform?

She raised her ass a little more and gave another slow grind against my cock.

Carol:
—Take a good look... these panties are begging to be ripped. What are you waiting for, hallway supervisor?

Then she did it—pushed back hard, pressing that ass right up against my bulge, grinding all of it.

I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to tear those panties off with my teeth.