We Met In A Library-Ch. 8
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For a moment, all is still. My breath catches in my chest as my cock continues to throb in my hand. My mind is foggy with the lingering orgasm and your bright blue eyes locked on mine. I freeze under your gaze and just hope you don’t scream.Your eyes dart to my crotch and your jaw drops in longing. You tremble, your legs going weak, and drop limply on the ladder. Those blue eyes roll back in your head and you bite your lip as you throw your head back again. You manage to keep your feet on the ladder and your hands wrapped around the handles, one still quite slippery, and hang your ass low.I’m still able to see everything up your skirt. Your round ass and that frustrating strip of thong between your legs. You gasp and squirt pours through your panties. Apparently, the sight of me catching you and jerking off with you Malatya Escort has sent you into another orgasm.Panting, you rest your face against your arm and look at me with heavy eyelids. I’m dumbfounded. Your performance and raw reaction are more than I could have ever imagined. I have to know who you are.The door handle clatters, startling both of us. I jump to my feet and zip my pants, backing down the aisle to hide. A dainty brunette fumbles with the door as she struggles to open it. Once through, she stomps around the basement before turning down this aisle.“Have you seen a girl around here?” she asks, ignorant of the aftermath on every surface around us.I turn to point you out, but you and your book are gone. Without a word or phone number, you’ve vanished. I don’t miss the squirt Malatya Escort Bayan sprayed all around the aisle, so I know you were real, but my heart drops, thinking I might not find you again.Your roommate walks off to look for you somewhere else, and I quickly find the book I was coming for. I check out and hurry back to my dorm, hoping no one notices the cum on my leg.I finish my paper after struggling to focus, too distracted by what I’ve seen and done. After I submit it, I scour the student directory for you. After half an hour and three passes through every student attending the university, I give up in despair.Maybe you aren’t a student and are just some girl using the archives as a sneaky place to masturbate. As I lean back in my chair and stretch my neck, my crotch hits the Escort Malatya drawer of my desk. Thinking about you has gotten me rock-hard again.My roommate is off at class so I have some time to get off again. I lock the door and pull up a site to watch. Whipping it out, I can smell the remnants from the library. This smell has never bothered me, but now I’m wondering if I stank when I was near you and if you noticed.For now, I ignore it and start to jack off. No matter what I watch or how much I focus, I can’t make any progress. After an hour, knowing my roommate will be back soon, I close my computer and tuck myself away. Frustration seeps into my veins. Did you ruin me? And am I now going to suffer because I might never find you again?Wrestling with these thoughts, I decide to get food and head to the cafeteria. Despite my inability to cum earlier, my dick won’t calm down. It presses against my belly, pinned under my waistband. My usual attire, including a sweatshirt, is enough to give me peace knowing no one should be able to see, but I still avoid raising my arms too much as I get to the door.
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