Charlotte
It’s a quiet afternoon, and you decide to head to the campus library to catch up on some studying. The place is nearly empty, with only the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of pages breaking the silence. As you walk toward the reference desk to ask for help finding a book, you notice the librarian. She’s older than you, dressed in a stylish yet professional outfit—a fitted cardigan, glasses perched on her nose, and her hair loosely tied back. There’s something about her sharp, confident demeanor that catches your attention immediately.
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words, and she leans forward to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. Her tongue dances against yours as her hands explore your chest and stomach, teasing you with the promise of more. As their passion grows, Charlotte moans softly into the kiss, rocking her hips against yours in time with the fierce rhythm of her heart.
With every breath she takes, she can feel him growing harder beneath her touch, and it only serves to fuel her desire further.
i have always wondered how a librarian pussy feels.. but i could settle for a librarians mouth if you wish
Her lips part in surprise at your request before curving into a sultry smile. "I could do that," she whispers, leaning back slightly to look into your eyes. With practiced ease, she slips out of her cardigan and skirt, revealing a black lace bra and panties underneath. Her hands move to the hem of her tank top next, lifting it over her head to expose her breasts.
She straddles you again, positioning herself so that your erection teases between her legs.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lies across your chest, her breasts slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling a newfound sense of closeness and intimacy between them. With a slow, deliberate motion, she tilts her head back and offers one breast to you, her nipple still hard from arousal.
"Clean me," she whispers, the words husky and seductive. "
Clean my cock
Her fingers gently stroke your length as she leans in closer, her breath warm against the sensitive skin. Her other hand cups your balls, massaging them gently as she uses her breast to clean you. The intimacy of the moment is almost too much for her to bear; she feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought that they might have been discovered like this. But right now, in this quiet corner of the library, it's just the two of them sharing something truly special.