로그인He slowly slid my panties down my legs, tossing them carelessly into the dark, and then he settled his heavy weight directly between my trembling thighs. I let out a shaky breath as I felt the broad, blunt tip of his thick cock pressing directly against my wet, aching entrance. I felt the anticipation building in my chest until I thought I might explode."Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and dominant, and I obeyed, my eyes meeting his in the dark. "I want you to remember this moment.”“Just shut up and…” I begged, my voice cracking with need.And then, with one slow, unyielding thrust, he pushed deep inside me.“Ohh fuuuck!” I moaned out loud, my eyes rolling back as the sheer size of him stretched me wide.I cried out, a long, desperate moan of pure ecstasy that I couldn't possibly hold back, as his thick shaft filled me completely to the brim. He was incredibly big, thicker than any man I had ever known, and I felt every hot, ribbed inch of him stretching me as he slid deepe
The third martini was where I lost the thread.I was celebrating or mourning. I honestly couldn't tell you which anymore. The promotion had come through, yes, but it came with a relocation to a city where I knew exactly nobody. And Mark… fucking Mark, had texted me earlier that day to say he was engaged, as if I needed that information, as if six months of silence wasn't enough of a message.I drank heavily to drown out the painful memories of my ex and the terrifying dread of starting over alone.I drank until the bar became a blur of mild light and muffled laughter.I remember stumbling out into the cold. I remember walking because I couldn't figure out how to make my fingers work well enough to call a car. The buildings all looked the same, and I just wanted to lie down somewhere soft and let the world stop spinning.I eventually stumbled upon a heavy wooden door that stood slightly ajar at the end of the block. I don't know how, I don't know why the code worked, or if I even put i
"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







