She could get lost in the books, the adventures they took her on, and the wild, sometimes erotic daydreams they incited until she fell asleep right there on the floor.
Now if only her favorite librarian would wake her with a kiss… between her thighs… she could die happy.
She needed a savage ride this morning, and she knew just how to get one.
She would hover over his morning wood, tease and promise, slip and slide, tempt him long past his whimper, and well past his muttered obscenities and growing growls.
Her dripping, suckling cunt’s gates would wickedly taunt the weeping head of his cock until she could feel it pulse against her humming clit as it brushed by and kissed his tip.
She would carry this out until he was forced to grab her hips, puncture her pelvis, yank her full length to his swelling balls, topple her face to the sheets, and slam her towards the floorboards like a rabid animal in heat.
It worked every fucking time…
Novels and bios from the floor to the ceiling
Naked sharp girls in just shoes, so appealing
Library women all tied up with string
These are a few of my favorite things….
(especially all at once)
Nothing sexier than naked woman reading books.