Zoe could barely think straight as she walked out of the library that night, c*m still leaking down her inner thighs with every step. Her skirt was damp, her thong ruined, and her legs felt weak. The stranger’s thick loads were slowly dripping out of her well-f****d p***y, making her feel deliciously dirty and used.
She barely slept.
The next evening, she returned to the library at the same time, heart racing with anticipation and fear. She wore an even shorter skirt and no panties at all. Her blouse was unbuttoned lower than before, showing plenty of cleavage.
He was already there, sitting at the same table.
When their eyes met, he typed a single message and turned his laptop toward her:
“Open study area. Second floor. Now.
No panties. No hesitation.”
Zoe’s p***y clenched hard. The
