Just finished my shift at the library, and all I can think about is how badly I need someone to pin me against the shelves and make me forget my own name. There’s something so intoxicating about the idea of being caught between the stacks—my pussy dripping as a strong hand pulls my hair back, forcing me to arch while their cock slams into me from behind. I’d bite my lip to stay quiet, but we both know I’d end up moaning loud enough to risk getting us kicked out. The thrill of almost getting caught? Fuck, it makes my cunt clench just thinking about it. Who wants to turn my quiet little book haven into their personal playground? 📚🔥