Grab your phone and record this
From Create Your Own Story
The air in the cramped supply closet smells like dust and stale cleaning products. Through the quarter-inch gap in the door, the scene unfolds like a pornographic diorama—Principal Lunt's meaty palms kneading Mrs.Valentine's bare breasts as her bra dangles from the edge of the mahogany desk. Her skin glows under the office fluorescents, nipples hardening under his rough attention.
Your fingers close around the phone in your jeans pocket. The denim strains as you angle it free, careful not to rustle. The camera app glows to life—one tap, and the red RECORD dot pulses like a heartbeat.
On screen: Lunt's trousers puddle at his polished shoes. His silk boxers follow, cock springing free against her stockinged thigh. She whimpers when he shreds her lace panties with one yank. The first thrust makes her yelp. Her manicured nails scrape varnish off the desk edge as he mounts her, blazer sleeves straining around his biceps.
Paperweight. Stapler. A Framed graduation photo. Everything trembles with their rhythm. Mrs. Valentines breasts sway violently—left, right—each slap of flesh audible even through the door.
"Take it, you fucking slut," Lunt growls. His grip on her hips leaves red crescents.
Mrs Valentines moans crest into screams when he fists her hair. A cascade of manila folders erupts into the air when he rams her forward—pens, sticky notes, a USB drive clattering across the hardwood.
You adjust your stance, knees popping after forty minutes crouched between files . The phone stays steady. Catches it all: the way Sharon's pupils blow wide when Lunt comes inside her with a sound like a gutted animal.
Silence.
They dress like strangers—his tie crooked, her panties stuffed in her purse. The kiss she plants on his cheek leaves lipstick smeared near his mouth.
Then They both leave the office like nothing ever happened happen.
The moment the door clicks shut behind Sharon, you exhale. Unfurl your body in the suddenly enormous closet. The video preview shows 10:37 of crisp 4K depravity—Sharon's orgasm face, Lunt's sweaty back muscles, the exact moment his condomless cock disappears inside a public school employee.
So do you
Get out of here and plan on blackmailing principal Lunt
Or
Leave and plan on blackmailing Mrs Valentine
