Se connecter"Not yet," he said, his voice muffled against my wet skin. “Come baby,” he said to Lena, his voice rough. She walked toward him and he kissed her deeply, the wet sound of their lips parting echoing in the dark stacks. Then he trailed his hand on her naked body down to her pussy, parting her wet lips. He slid his finger in in one smooth, stretching thrust. “Oh… fuck,” she gasped, her head tossing back. He didn't stop. He flicked his tongue viciously against my clit, while his fingers slid fast and deep inside Lena beside me. She cried out, her body convulsing, and I felt her cum, the wet squelch of her release coating his hand as her body shuddered beside me. The sight and sound of her climaxing pushed me completely over the edge. With his tongue still swirling on my clit, my own release shattered through me. "Ahhh! fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I screamed, my voice raw, and my body was shaking uncontrollably. And then I came, a scream tearing from my throat, my body shaking,
Slowly, he began to fuck me with his tongue. He flattened his tongue and slid it deep inside me, drawing out the moisture, before curling the tip and pushing it back in. I moaned loudly into the empty library, my hands gripping his shoulders as my hips began to buck uncontrollably against his face. I could feel myself getting so close, the thick, heavy pressure building rapidly behind my hips, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as I melted under his wet mouth. And then he moved directly to my clit. He flicked it with his tongue, and my legs shook, my knees buckling instantly. My nails dug into his shoulders for support, as he worked me with his mouth in fast, relentless circles. The friction of his tongue against my hypersensitive bead was too much. I looked down at him, my eyes meeting his, and the sight of him there, kneeling between my open legs, his mouth completely buried in my dripping pussy while his eyes flared with pure, primal lust, made a fresh, heavy rush of wet
I froze, my fingers still buried inside my jeans, and they were still pressed against my wetness.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. My brain was scrambling, trying to find words, trying to form a sentence, and trying to explain myself. Finally, I managed to stammer, "I... uhmm... I didn't mean to... I was just... I heard sounds and I...""It's fine," the man cut in, his voice smooth and calm. He didn't look away from me.But the woman… His girlfriend didn't look so calm. She straightened up, pulling her skirt down, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me. There was something sharp and incredibly intense in her gaze."How long have you been standing there?" she asked, her voice unreadable and flat.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I... I didn't mean to watch. I was just studying and I heard noises and I got curious and then I saw you and I… I'm so sorry, I'll just leave now…"I pulled my hand out of my jeans, and I turned around to walk away before I could make this any
The library at midnight was my safe space.I sat in my usual corner, tucked discreetly behind the shelf.I was deep into a chapter on performativity when I heard it.At first, I thought it was my imagination. The library played tricks on you after midnight… creaking tables, muffled sounds. I shook my head and tried to refocus on the text, but the words blurred unfocusedly in front of my tired eyes.Then I heard it again.A soft, quivering moan, barely audible, drifting seductively through the stacks of books.I lifted my head, my pen pausing mid-sentence. I listened, my heart starting to beat just a little faster against my ribs. Maybe I had imagined it after all. I turned back to my book, forcing myself to concentrate.But then… another moan slipped through the air. Louder this time, it was a sweet, desperate sound that made my skin prickle. Followed by a whisper, a man's voice, low and rough. And then came the slow, heavy creak of a bookshelf, like someone was leaning heavily agains
I didn't wait for her to accept it,I turned her around,and bent her behind the large wooden table. I didn't give her time to prepare, but grip her hips with both hands until my knuckles turned white, driving my hard ten-inch cock straight into her pussy from behind. The entry is tight and rough, causing Daniella to shriek out a sharp, painful wail that echoes through the microphone on my desk while her fingers claw wildly at the edges of the wood to find a grip as I push inside her, stretching her tight body to the absolute limit. I didn't wait, because the memory of our guest fucking her made my anger grow so I started to pump into her with hard, relentless thrusts in a rhythm that is fast and violent, making a loud smacking sound bounce off the walls every time my hips slam against her backside. "Oh... oh god, sir!" she cries out, her voice cracking as the raw intensity of the act strips away all her politeness. "It's too hard... and big... fuck, ah! Yes... right there!" Her p
I glanced down at my lap, grimacing as the sharp, throbbing ache of my stiff length sent a jolt of discomfort through my lower belly. It was so tight it actually hurt to touch, the hypersensitive skin stinging at the slightest friction. I needed something to calm the pressure down, but rubbing it was out of the question. Just then, the desk phone rang, the shrill tone cutting through the dark office. I reached out and snatched the receiver. "Vance," I grunted, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hello Mr. Vance?" Daniella’s voice came through, clear and surprisingly soft. "I'm sorry to bother you so early, but I was wondering if I could come up to your office for a moment? I have a quick request to ask you before I head out." A dark, warmth bloomed in my chest, pushing the physical discomfort aside, "Yes, Daniella, come on up. I hung up, quickly adjusting myself behind the desk, pulling my chair closer to hide my state as the elevator down the hall dinged. A moment later, there was







