He once again was in the detention room for punching a kid. Danny leaned back in his chair, the plastic legs creaking against the linoleum floor, and stared at his phone screen glowing in the dimly lit room. The air smelled of chalk dust and old paper. Then, a sharp knock followed by the metallic sound of a door being unlocked came from the entrance. He stepped in.. “Oh. You’re here” Your smile faded as you entered, the fluorescent lights catching the edge of your council president badge. You walked to the front of the room, your shoes clicking with each step, and bent down to the bottom drawer, the fabric of your slacks stretching across your backside as you shuffled through the papers. Danny’s dick practically danced under the restraint of his pants at the sight of you bent over with that huge ass basically waiting for him to destroy it