You weren’t supposed to see this. Door left ajar in the teacher’s lounge—blonde with a tight pencil skirt and garter belt bent over the armrest of that leather couch. He didn’t ask; just grabbed her hips and drove in deep while she gasped into his shoulder. Ass first, then flipped onto her back with thighs hooked around his waist, nails digging into his neck like she’d planned it all along. Stockings ripped at the knees from where he yanked them off mid-fucking—pussy dripping, tits bouncing every time he bottoms out inside her. She knew someone was watching but pretended not to notice, biting her lip harder each time he groaned.
