I’m lost in my novel, dressed all in bl*ck. My tight corset hugs my curves, a flowing skirt brushing my thighs. Hair pinned up neatly, and glasses perched on my nose. Mind wanders to thoughts I shouldn’t entertain. That’s when you slip in, the one I’ve tried so hard to resist. Your eyes lock on me, hungry and unrelenting, and I feel that familiar heat building between my legs.

“No, we can’t,” I whisper, feigning reluctance as you approach, my voice a teasing lilt that betrays how my body aches for you. You don't hesitate; your hands are on me in an instant, sliding under my skirt with a roughness that makes me gasp. Your fingers trace up my thighs, and oh G*d... I’m already so messy down there, my panties soaked through. The fabric clinging to my swollen lips as my arousal drips shamelessly. You smirk, feeling the wetness pool against your fingertips. I bite my lip, pretending to push you away, but my hips betray me, grinding subtly into your touch.

“You want this, don’t you?” your voice low and commanding in the quiet library. I try to protest, but it’s half-hearted, my breath hitching as you yank my skirt up higher, exposing my dripping c*nt to the cool air. Your fingers dive in, plunging into my slick folds with no mercy, stretching me open. “Look at you, so f*cking wet for me already,” you taunt, your voice a low growl that sends shivers up my spine. I’m so wet it’s obscene. My juices coat your hand, making sloppy, squelching sounds that echo off the bookshelves. It’s messy as hell, my arousal running down my thighs, mixing with the thrill of being caught in this forbidden moment. My clit throbs under your thumb as you circle it roughly and insistent. I can’t hold back the moans. My body trembles as you tease out every drop of my reluctant desire.

Before I can catch my breath, you shove me against the shelf. Your c*ck springs free, thick, veined, and throbbing. I whimper, “We shouldn’t,” but my words are just a playful game now, my p*ssy clenching in anticipation. You ram into me hard, pushing your length deep inside my tight, wet p*ssy in one thrust. It stretches me painfully good, filling me up c*mpletely. I feel every inch of you pulsing against my walls. My reluctance melts away as you pound into me. Your hips slam forward with a rhythm that makes my tits bounce in my corset. “F*ck, you feel too good,” I gasp, my voice a mix of shock and playful surrender.

You don't stop, driving me to the edge until I c*m hard on your c*ck. My juices gushing out in a messy flood, coating your thickness in my slick heat. My body shakes, waves of pleasure crashing through me. I cling to the shelves, but you're not done. With a growl, you spin me around, bending me over the books.

“F*ck, it’s too much,” I gasp, my hands gripping the bookshelf. I can hear the sloppy sounds of my p*ssy as you claim me, feeling the hot rush of your pre-c*m mixing with my own mess. My vision blurs as you bury yourself to the hilt and unload, twitching violently inside me. Hot, thick ropes of c*m flood my p*ssy, filling me up until I overflow. The creamy load seeps out around your shaft with every pulse. You pull out slowly, and I feel the warm, thick c*m dripping out of me and onto your throbbing c*ck.

"We shouldn't have done that," is all I manage to say. But it's too late, he has all ready claimed my p*ssy.

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