$name1 locks the library doors after closing and fucks the quiet regular who has been watching her for months.
The last patrons drifted out at nine. $name1 turned the key in the front doors of the city library, twenty-seven years old, copper hair twisted into a messy bun, pencil skirt clinging to her hips. She had felt his eyes on her all evening — the quiet man at table seven who always requested obscure poetry and never checked anything out.
He was still there. She walked over, heels clicking. “We’re closed.”
“I know,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you to lock up for three months.”
$name1’s cunt clenched. She led him between the tall shelves into the camera’s blind spot. “On your knees. Show me what you’ve been thinking about.”
He dropped, pushed her skirt up, found bare wet folds, and buried his face in her cunt. His tongue dragged through her slit, fucked into her, sucked her clit. She came hard gripping paperback thrillers, juice on his chin.
He stood, cock thick and leaking. She braced on the shelf. “Fuck me hard. I’ve ached for this since you stared at my arse on the ladder.”
He shoved in to the hilt and pounded — deep strokes that slapped her arse and bounced her freckled tits when she tore her blouse open. He pinched her nipples and growled for her to scream. She did. Books tumbled. He fucked her throat next until spit ran and mascara smeared, then bent her over the returns trolley and filled her cunt again, thumb on her clit, whispering how he’d jacked off thinking of her.
$name1 came a third time as he pumped hot cum deep inside. It leaked down her thighs. She left her blouse half open and walked him to the staff exit.
“Same time next week,” she said. “Bring a plug. I want you in my arse against the rare books cabinet.”
She locked up with a stranger’s cum dripping down her legs, smiling at her reflection — the proper redhead librarian thoroughly ruined.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
