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I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

“Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.” I gripped the base of his cock with one hand—it was so thick my fingers barely met—and lined him up with my soaked entrance. The head nudged my puffy lips open. I sank down inch by inch, gasping loudly as he stretched me open. “Oh my god… he’s so fucking big,” I moaned. The burn was intense and perfect, my walls fluttering and gripping every ridge and vein as I took him deeper than I thought possible. When my ass finally rested against his hips, I felt impossibly full, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

"That's the sound of this tight little cunt taking me." "Julian-fuck-deeper-please-" He bent over her back, lips brushing her ear. "You love being used like this, don't you? Bent over a poetry cart, books digging into your tits, stuffed full of cock while someone could walk in any second." "Yes," she sobbed. "Fuck, I love it-I'm your dirty little bookstore slut-don't stop-" He didn't. He slammed into her harder, fucking her with abandon, thick cock splitting her open again and again, each thrust driving a new moan from her throat.

She tasted so sweet to me, unlike anything I had ever tasted before. I wanted her badly now so I plunged deep inside of her. This time I would go slower. I slowly teased her with my cock, but that was not what she wanted. "Fuck me, I want a good hard fuck, will you give it to me?" She asked. I looked at her; her eyes were heavy with lust as she looked into mine.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.