50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
His eyes were dark with hunger as he stepped closer, towering over her petite body.
“You came,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Such a brave little librarian slut.”
Zoe backed up until her shoulders hit the bookshelf. Her short skirt was already riding high, her black thong soaked and visible.
“I couldn’t stop myself,” she whispered, voice trembling with excitement. “I’ve been wet since you started watching me.”
He closed the distance in one step, pressing her against the shelves. One large hand slid under her skirt and cupped her soaked pussy through the thin fabric.