I was sitting in the faculty lounge, grading papers and trying to focus on the task at hand. But it was difficult, to say the least, with Kristel Pimentel prancing around the room in her usual skintight leggings.
Kristel was a fellow teacher, known for her massive donk booty and sharp tongue. She was the kind of woman who knew exactly what she was doing when she wore those leggings, and she loved to tease the men around her.
I tried to ignore her, but I couldn't help stealing glances at her curvy figure. And Kristel noticed.
"Hey pervy old man," she said, as she sauntered over to my table. "Like what you see?"
I looked up, startled. "I'm just trying to grade papers, Kristel."
She rolled her eyes. "Sure you are. I know you're just thinking about my booty."
I protested, but Kristel wasn't having it. She continued to tease me, saying she knew I couldn't resist.
"I'm a professional, Kristel. I can control my thoughts."
She challenged me, saying she didn't believe me and dared me to prove it. I tried to change the subject, but Kristel wasn't having it. She continued to tease me, saying I was just a jealous little boy.
I tried to laugh it off, but I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. As we made small talk, I couldn't help but steal glances at Kristel's booty. And Kristel caught me staring again.
She playfully wiggled her hips, saying she knew I couldn't resist. I tried to play it cool, but my heart was racing. Kristel was a beautiful, confident woman, and she knew exactly how to get under my skin.
As the day went on, I couldn't get Kristel out of my head. Her donk booty tease was driving me crazy, and I couldn't wait to see what she would do next.
End of Chapter One.
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