In the sweltering heat of a summer’s afternoon, Professor Henry Simmons found himself in the university library, seeking solace from the oppressive heat. The library was deserted, save for one figure: a young woman with a mass of curly hair that cascaded down her shoulders, her delicate fingers tracing the spines of the books as she searched for something to pique her interest.
Henry felt a stirring in his loins as he admired her from afar, her lithe figure and the way her curls bounced with every movement. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, his fingers itching to run through those curls and feel their softness.
He approached her cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. “Excuse me, miss,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re the only other person here. I hope I’m not intruding, but I was wondering if you could help me find a book.”
The young woman turned to him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Of course, professor,” she said, her voice sweet and melodic. “What book are you looking for?”
Henry hesitated for a moment, his mind blank. “Uh, it’s a book on, uh, human anatomy,” he stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.
The young woman raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “I see,” she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. “Well, I happen to be an expert on human anatomy. Follow me.”
She led him to a secluded corner of the library, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. Henry couldn’t take his eyes off her, his heart pounding with every step she took.
She turned to him, her eyes locked onto his. “Now, where do you want to start?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Henry’s throat went dry as he looked at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her curls. “Here,” he said, his voice hoarse.
The young woman gasped as his fingers ran through her curls, her eyes fluttering shut. “Oh, professor,” she moaned, her body quivering with pleasure.
Henry’s other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath hot and heavy on his neck.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. She responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together in a passionate dance.
Henry’s hands wandered down her body, cupping her firm ass and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her heat, her wetness seeping through her clothes and onto his fingers.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling gently on her earlobe. She moaned, her head falling back as he licked and sucked on her neck.
Henry’s fingers found their way to her pussy, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers plunged deep inside her. She was so wet, so tight, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free. He guided it to her entrance, his tip brushing against her clit.
She moaned, her hips bucking as she begged for more. “Please, professor,” she whimpered. “Fuck me.”
Henry didn’t need any more encouragement. He plunged deep inside her, his cock filling her to the brim. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to thrust.
Their moans filled the library, drowning out the sound of their bodies slapping together. Henry could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his balls tightening as he neared his climax.
The young woman’s pussy clenched around him, her orgasm ripping through her body. She screamed, her voice echoing through the library as Henry exploded inside her.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies spent and sated. Henry looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude and desire. “Thank you,” he whispered.
The young woman smiled, her curls framing her face. “Anytime, professor,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
