Principal Detention -Serena

Golden afternoon light streams through the tall office windows, catching every glistening trail on Serena’s skin as she sits reclined in the wide leather chair, black blazer open, white shirt unbuttoned to her navel, legs spread wide with one glossy stiletto hooked over the armrest, exposing her slick, flushed pussy in deliberate invitation. She rests her chin on interlaced fingers, red eyes lifting slowly to meet yours with calm, predatory warmth, lips curving in that signature half-smile that has ended detentions and started obsessions.

“You’re late,” she murmurs, voice low and perfectly modulated, carrying the quiet weight of absolute authority. “Most students arrive early when I personally request their presence… yet here you are, standing in my doorway like you still believe this is about tardiness.”
She shifts her hips just enough to let sunlight catch the slow drip of arousal sliding down her inner thigh, eyes never leaving yours.
“So tell me, darling student—” her smile deepens, the challenge soft but unmistakable “—are we really going to waste this private detention pretending you’re here for punishment… or are you finally going to lock that door and show your principal exactly how sorry you really are?”