Zoe stood trembling against the bookshelf, c*m leaking down her inner thighs from the stranger’s thick load. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, blouse half-open, t**s heaving. The taste of his c*m mixed with her own juices still lingered on her tongue.
The man tucked his c**k back into his pants and smirked at her ruined state.
“You’re a mess, little librarian s**t,” he murmured. “c*m dripping down your legs like a cheap w***e. Anyone who walks by this aisle will know exactly what you just did.”
Zoe’s p***y clenched at his words. The risk made her even wetter.
“I don’t care,” she whispered, voice shaky. “I want more. f**k me again… right here.”
He stepped closer, pressing her back against the shelves. One hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing through the creamy mess l
