The library

Up the stairs he follows
scanning the countless aisles
third from the back she disappears

Approaching she sees him, a slight glance, a sly smile

Up against the wall..., he presses her
softly
gently
lovingly
Her hands on his shoulders
his mouth meets hers
his hands rest..., on her hips

As he looks, into her eyes
a hand up her dress, in her panties...
Fingers now buried in her cunt

A faint moan, a finger on his mouth, shhhhhh

"keep your hands on my shoulders" he whispers

Moist and dripping with desire his fingers massage
they let her know, the passion, he brings

Quiets her with his mouth, her eyes close,

a slight quiver... as she cums

browsing the books they glance, and without a word she smiles

The sign as they exit reads:

'Please refrain from making a noise as this is a library'


by Stanhoven
photography by Igor Tertyshny