Perfect Ass POV

The camera pans down the familiar corridor, the wooden floor creaking under its wheels. It pauses at a door, numbered 213, and knocks three times, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. A moment passes before the door creaks open, revealing a curvy figure in a bathrobe, a Sensual Smirk playing on her full lips.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the naughty boy from down the hall,” she purrs, her voice dripping with honey and mischief. “I thought I told you not to let me catch you out in the halls again, Tommy. Do you really want to earn a detention slip from me?”

The camera zooms in on the gaping robe, exposing a creamy valley of cleavage, a lacy bra cupping the swell of her ample breasts. Tommy swallows hard, his eyes roaming over her saline-filled curves like a starving man at a buffet.

“Now don’t tell me your tongue’s gone missing, Tommy,” she teases, mocking his dumbfounded expression. “Tell me what you’ve been up to, hmm?”