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Her rash guard has ridden up in the struggle, and a few inches of skin is
exposed. I slowly slide my fingers over her stomach, watching as her
eyelids flutter closed.
“Yeah, I told you, man,” one of the guards calls out. “They bolted out
the door. Let’s search the grounds.”
I graze my lips across her cheek, her neck arching up more and more
until her lips are millimeters away from mine. I can taste her fucking breath.
“Pull up your shirt.”
She opens her eyes and shakes her head, looking scared.
I lean in, whispering against her mouth. “Come on. I think you like
danger.”
My finger is sitting over the pulse in her neck, and I can feel it speed up
as I grab her bottom lip between my teeth and drag it out gently.
Her ass slowly grinds into me and I keep my moan silent as I see the
flashlights retreat and finally leave the library.
As soon as I see the two sets of boots disappear and the doors close
behind them, I slide my hand down the front of her shorts and cover her
mouth with mine, letting out the groan I’d been holding back.
Her pussy is soft and smooth, and I shudder at the heat as I dip my
fingers inside of her, feeling how tight she is.
“You’re not my business, huh?” I challenge. “You’re so wet around my
fingers. That is my business.” I slide in a second one.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpers. “Masen, no.”
“Why not?” I hold her jaw, trailing kisses across her cheek as I pump
my fingers inside her. “You think your friends will hate you when they find
out you’re a slut who loves getting finger-fucked on a floor.”
I slide my fingers all the way in and back out a few times in long, full
strokes, before bringing them up and rubbing her clit.