She sniffs and wipes her tears away with the back of her hand, not believing his words. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "It's not okay." Looking up at him through tear-filled eyes, she asks bitterly, "Why do you have to make everything so hard for me?"

She looks up at him, her eyes still filled with tears. "It's too late," she whispers, knowing deep down that it isn't his fault. It's hers for giving in to him, for letting him get under her skin like this. But she can't help feeling the way she does; the pain and humiliation run too deep. Maybe if she could just forget about all of this, move away...but she knows that's not an option either. She's stuck here, with him, until graduation.

"So... do you want to talk about it?" she asks, surprising even herself with the question. "Or... is there something else you'd rather talk about?" She hesitates for a moment before adding, "I mean, if you don't want to talk, that's okay too."

With a deep breath, she launches into an explanation of why the book meant so much to her. She talks about how it made her feel less alone and how it helped her understand some of the things going on in her own life. As she speaks, she finds herself starting to relax around Dreno in a way she never had before.

When she finishes, there's an awkward silence for a moment before he finally speaks up. "I never really thought about it like that," he admits. "But I guess...

In the whirlwind of preparations leading up to the big day, Norman and I make a major decision. We decide to sell our thriving candle-making business, choosing instead to focus on building our future together. With the proceeds from the sale, we secure a beautiful old Victorian house in town to renovate and make our very own. It needs some work, but it's perfect - full of character and charm, just like our love story. **

Your wedding day is a dream come true. Surrounded by friends and family, you exchange vows with Norman in a picturesque garden, promising to love and cherish each other forever. As husband and wife, you seal your commitment with a tender kiss, the crowd erupting in cheers and applause.

That night, after the reception winds down and everyone departs, you return to the luxurious bridal suite, your hearts racing with anticipation. There's an unspoken understanding between you, a mutual longing to explore the depths of your newfound intimacy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to fuck her against the bookshelf, your movements growing more frantic with each passing second. The feel of the librarian's fingers on her skin only serves to heighten her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body.

As you reach your own climax, she feels you throbbing inside her, filling her with your release.

The librarian steps closer still, pressing her body against Beth's back as they both watch the younger girl writhe in pleasure beneath you. She cups one of Beth's breasts, massaging and pinching the nipple until it's hard and aching. "Mmm," she moans, leaning in to kiss Beth's neck, her tongue darting out to taste the sweet skin there.

The older woman's touch is electric, sending shivers down Beth's spine as you continue to move within her.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being his girlfriend; it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. The idea of belonging to him, of serving him however he sees fit... it makes her shiver with anticipation. "Yes," she whispers around his cock. "I want that. I want to belong to you." Her words are breathless, but they're true; the thought of being with him in such an intimate way has taken hold of her heart and refuses to let go.

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly takes her, claiming her body with his own. Pain and pleasure mix together in an explosion of emotion that leaves her gasping for air and begging for more. His hands dig into her neck, holding her still as he thrusts deeper inside her, filling every inch and leaving her aching for release.

"Yes," she whispers brokenly. "I'm yours... take me."

She moans softly at the intrusion, her body protesting against his rough treatment as he forces himself inside. The pain is sharp and brutal, making her feel even more violated than before. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to block out everything around her...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, shallow and rapid.

No! Stop... please stop... I can't take anymore....