I gripped onto the book shelf in front of me and watched him as he lifted up my skirt and slid himself into me. That cock that felt so big in my hands felt even bigger and better inside me. It filled me up so good as he slowly started to fuck me. I had to bite my lip every time he thrusted. I felt so fucking good I wanted him to know it. The whole library would have known it if I had been able to be loud. I pushed my ass back into him and I was his turn to moan quietly. I put a finger to my lips and told him to be quiet.
Every stroke is bliss. Each time I pull back I can’t wait to feel my cock pushing back into her again. My fingers hold her waist tight as I fuck her, digging in to her soft, supple skin. It’s so hard not to moan and break the silence. The books on the shelves start to shake as I quicken the pace. Her tight pussy is urging me to cum. Her eyes, as they look back into me, are telling me the same thing. That doe eyed look. Her messy bun sways as we fuck, she bites her lip and push deep into her, leaning over and holding her as I cum.
He breathed out as I made him cum, squeezing my pussy tight, making sure I got every last drop out of him. I heard footsteps approaching and quickly pulled down my skirt and smoothed down my top.
‘What’s going on back there?’ came the voice, the footsteps approaching our hidden spot rapidly. It was the librarian. He took my hand firmly and we hurriedly made our escape in the opposite direction. I don’t even know his name.