老图书馆里的秘密

I stepped into the dimly lit reading room of the old library, and I felt his gaze on me immediately. We'd ended up sharing a hotel room in this ancient building with its creaking floorboards and the smell of old paper. Me—Anna, thirty-five, dark-haired with soft curves—and him: tall, just past forty, with dark eyes that were practically undressing me right now.

"Can't sleep either?" I asked quietly, moving closer to the long oak table where he stood with a book in his hands.

"Can't sleep," he said, his voice low and slightly rough. "Especially when my roommate wanders around in just a robe."

I felt the heat creep up my neck. The robe really was thin, almost see-through in the light of the old lamp. His eyes slid down to my chest, where my nipples were already clearly visible. I didn't pull the robe closed. Instead, I took a step closer, so our hands almost touched.

"This was supposed to stay a secret," I whispered, looking straight into his eyes. "That I wanted you from the first second I saw you in the hotel hallway."

他把书放在桌上。他的手指轻轻擦过我的手——轻柔，却充满自信。我的皮肤上瞬间起了一层鸡皮疙瘩。

"Then why are we here, Anna?" he asked, tracing his thumb across my palm. "In this dusty library where no one can see us."

I didn't answer with words. I just pressed my hips against him, feeling his cock already hardening beneath his trousers. His breathing got heavier. His hands found my waist, then slid lower, gripping my ass through the thin fabric.

"Because I want you to fuck me right here," I breathed against his lips.

他没有等。他一把扯开我的睡袍，露出我赤裸的身体。我的乳房沉甸甸地晃动，乳头已经硬成小粒。他的手掌立刻覆上来，揉捏着，手指掐住我的乳头，让我发出一声轻软的呻吟。

"Fuck, you're so hot," he growled, bending down to take one nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled it, then he sucked hard, drawing it deep.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Between my legs I was already dripping, my pussy throbbing, demanding attention. His hand slid down, fingers finding my clit immediately, starting slow, circular strokes. I spread my legs wider, bracing my back against the edge of the table.

"Yeah... just like that... harder," I moaned as his fingers pushed into my wet slit. Two fingers slid in easily, starting to fuck me rhythmically while his thumb kept pressing on my clit.

The sounds were so loud in the silence of the library—the wet squelch of my pussy, heavy breathing, the creak of old wood. I was getting close, but he suddenly stopped, pulled his fingers out, and brought them to my lips.

"Suck," he ordered hoarsely.

I obediently opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around his wet fingers, tasting myself. While I sucked, he quickly unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free—thick, with a swollen head already glistening with precum.

I dropped to my knees right on the dusty carpet. The smell of old books mixed with the musky scent of his arousal. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and greedily took him in my mouth, swallowing as deep as I could. He groaned, putting his hand on the back of my head.

"That's it... deeper... suck my cock, Anna..."

I worked hard. Saliva ran down my chin as I bobbed my head energetically, taking him to the back of my throat, then licking the head with my tongue. I cupped his balls in my palm, feeling them tighten.

He didn't last long. He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the table. My tits pressed against the cold polished wood, nipples aching from the contrast. I felt his thick head pressing against my soaking pussy.

"I want you... fuck me," I whispered pleadingly, wiggling my ass.

He slammed in with one powerful thrust. I cried out loud—his cock filled me completely, stretching my walls. He started fucking me hard, deep, his balls slapping against my clit. The table creaked in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Your pussy is so tight... and so wet," he growled, speeding up. "I want to cum inside you."

"Yes... cum... fill me with your sperm," I screamed, no longer caring who heard.

He fucked me harder and harder. I could feel my orgasm building—my legs shaking, everything clenching inside. When he slapped my ass hard, I came first. My pussy started pulsing violently, fluid spraying out of me, my legs nearly giving out.

他没有停。他继续在我高潮中猛烈抽插，直到最后他低吼一声，整根没入。滚烫的精液开始有力地喷射，灌满我的小穴。我感觉到每一股，每一股都狠狠打在我体内深处。

We froze, breathing hard. His cock was still pulsing inside me. Slowly, he pulled out, and I felt thick cum running down my thighs.

"That... really was supposed to stay a secret," I whispered, turning to face him with a smile.

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me, still breathless.

"A secret worth repeating tomorrow night... in our room."

I nodded, feeling the desire already stirring inside me again. The library kept our secret in silence, and we both knew—this was only the beginning.