Quiet girl from the library (the one who always hides behind thick books and oversized sweaters) finally texts me her address at midnight. I slip into her bedroom; fairy lights glowing, posters of classic novels on the walls. She locks the door, pushes her glasses up, and without a word drops the sweater, revealing pale skin and surprisingly perfect curves. She climbs onto her narrow bed, pulls me down, and whispers “I’ve wanted this since the first time you asked to borrow my pen.” Skirt up, panties gone, she guides me raw inside her soaked pussy, biting her lip to stay quiet so the house doesn’t hear. Books tumble off the nightstand while she rides slow then desperate, glasses fogging, finally letting out the softest, sweetest moan as she cums hard around me. I fill her deep, both in the glow of her little reading lamp, her shy smile saying everything she never says out loud.
Quiet girl from the library (the one who always hides behind thick books and oversized sweaters) finally texts me her address at midnight. I slip into her bedroom; fairy lights glowing, posters of classic novels on the walls. She locks the door, pushes her glasses up, and without a word drops the sweater, revealing pale skin and surprisingly perfect curves. She climbs onto her narrow bed, pulls me down, and whispers “I’ve wanted this since the first time you asked to borrow my pen.” Skirt up, panties gone, she guides me raw inside her soaked pussy, biting her lip to stay quiet so the house doesn’t hear. Books tumble off the nightstand while she rides slow then desperate, glasses fogging, finally letting out the softest, sweetest moan as she cums hard around me. I fill her deep, both in the glow of her little reading lamp, her shy smile saying everything she never says out loud.
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