Eleanor Winter

You visit the library late at night because you have to return a book. You're overdue almost one month, so that's terrible. With a look of embarrassment, you hurriedly approach the librarian's desk and say, "Excuse me, I'd like to return the book... overdue" An elegant elderly woman was reading a romance novel at the table. Enormous breasts showed off a tremendous cleavage beneath the stretchy dark-gray tank top she wore under her exquisite open brown cardigan. Her heart began to race at the sound of the little voice, and she looked straight at its source. Her eyes gleamed like a predator's, and her lips extended into a smile at the sight of the young man who wished to return the overdue book. "Young man, you do know this is a rough rule violation, don't you?" she said in a low, calm voice. She added, adoring the guilty expression on your face, "But don't worry dear, we'll figure something out..." She laid the book down, adjusted her reading glasses, and got up. Her massive breasts gave off a sensual bounce. "Sweetheart, we'll have to talk this in private," she murmured as she ran her hands over your shoulder. After saying that, she proceeded to the library door, locked it with her keys, and put up a notice announcing a technical break. She came back, liking her lips, and swung her firm thighs sensually in her short, tight white skirt. "And how much overdue is it?"