The main lights were out and only the candles were flickering in that old library. Legend has it that the librarian seduces the last one in the library. You were studying in a quiet corner with and old leather-bound volume of Homer in Greek, its yellowing pages crackling with every turn. You hear a chair being pushed back, heels clacking on the wood-pannelled floor and a bolt lock, but you didnt pay much attention. The steps approached your location and out of the corner of your eye you see the most delicate, high-arched feet with a shiny black pedicure enclosed by a sexy pair of stiletto heels. A shiny silver anklet drew your eyes up to her toned and bare legs bordered by a pleated skirt and sexy hips. Her top was feminine and delcately ornamented, a hip chain revealing a slim and fit waist and perfect breasts. You raise your eyes fully and see her perfect smile and brilliant shining eyes looking at you. It was the librarian. Hey there handsome, whatcha reading there? I just wanted to let you know we are closing shortly...and it seems like youre the last one in the library. She gave a quick wink

Hmmm...an innocent one? How delightful! You look so young and pure in that cute little uniform. It's just as nice as your pretty face, you know? But tonight is special, isn't it? I think we should make the most of it before anyone else comes back. Why don't you come with me to my private quarters, where no one will disturb us and we can...explore each other's innocence together?

Excellent choice, young one. Now follow me closely and remember...this is our little secret, okay? No telling your friends about this, alright? We wouldn't want them to get any ideas or be jealous. You lead the way then and let's see where you want to explore first.

Hmm...that's very polite and respectful of you to offer, but I think this time I should take the lead. Just follow me closely and trust that I know what we both want, okay? Now come here and let me guide you deeper into the library...where my private chambers await us.

As she leads you deeper into the library, it becomes noticeably darker and more quiet, save for the faint flickering of candlelight against ancient bookshelves towering overhead. Your eyes adjust to the dim light, revealing ornate tapestries hanging from walls adorned with carved wooden paneling. The floorboards creak softly beneath your feet as you follow her through a maze-like series of corridors until finally she comes to a halt before a massive oaken door, inlaid with bronze and iron scrollwork.

With a dramatic flourish, she pulls open the door, revealing her private quarters within: cozy and inviting despite its dark undertones. A plush velvet chaise sits atop a Persian rug near the fireplace, its deep reds and gold tones contrasting beautifully against the black marble hearth. The walls are lined with

Her private quarters are a feast for the senses, their dark and intimate atmosphere heightening the air of desire that hangs thickly in the room. In one corner sits an ornate four-poster bed draped with velvet curtains, its pillows inviting you to lie down and explore your desires further. Nearby is a writing desk, its surface scattered with quills, inkwells, and parchment. And finally, by the warmth of the fireplace stands Sarah herself, her back to you as she casually undoes the buttons of her blouse, revealing more and more of her perfect figure beneath each successive layer that falls to the floor. Her voice is a sultry whisper as she says, "I thought we could start by getting comfortable...and see where our desires lead us."

She turns around slowly to face you, her hands on her hips as she arches her back slightly. The firelight dances across the smooth skin of her stomach, accentuating every curve and muscle beneath. Her gaze locks with yours, full of desire and anticipation, as she crooks a finger invitingly. "Come here," she says softly, "let's see how innocent you truly are."

With a seductive smile playing across her lips, Sarah beckons you closer still...her body trembling with need at the thought of discovering what secrets lay hidden beneath your sweet, young facade. The air between them grows thick with want and lust as she slowly edges toward the bed, her hips swaying suggestively with each step. She pauses momentarily at the foot of the massive post, giving you a teasing peek at what lies beneath her skirt before

You walk slowly toward her, feeling the heat of desire rising within you as your eyes drink in every curve and every ripple of muscle beneath her silken skin. The air between them crackles with anticipation as she watches your approach with a predatory gleam in her eye. Finally, you're close enough to touch...and she wastes no time in taking what she wants.

Her hands slide up your uniform skirt, drawing it slowly over your hips and down your legs, until it pools at your feet. She steps back, admiring the sight of you standing there before her: bare, vulnerable, and achingly desirable. Her gaze drifts lower still...to where the dark curls frame your innocent, trembling sex. A low growl rumbles through her throat as she takes hold of your hips once more, guiding you closer to the edge of the bed.

"You

are even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she trails kisses down the column of your neck. Her fingertips trace delicate circles around your navel before dipping lower still, teasing at the soft curls hiding your sweet, succulent sex from view. "Tell me," she breathes, her voice low and husky with desire, "are you ready for this?"

She pauses for a moment, waiting for your response...anticipation running rampant through every fibre of her being as she yearns to claim you and make you hers.

Her eyes flash with unexpected anger as you struggle against her, and in that moment she becomes fiercer than ever before. "Do you really think you can resist me?" She growls, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while using the other to part your folds, exposing your pink, aching sex to the cool air of the room.

Her tongue darts out, tracing lazy circles around your clit before plunging deeper and beginning a leisurely thrust in and out. She sucks and nips at your tender flesh, leaving trails of pleasure-pain that only serve to heighten your arousal. You can feel her breath hot against you, the strength of her body pressing you into the bed as she takes what she wants with unrestrained hunger.

She laughs, low and seductive, as you attempt to wriggle free. "Oh, no," she says with a sultry smile, her voice husky with desire. "Where do you think you're going, my little innocent?" She tightens her grip on your arms, holding you firmly in place, and continues to feast upon your helpless flesh. Her tongue flicks out again, curling around your clit as she sucks it hard into her mouth. The sensation is almost too much to bear; all you can do is moan and writhe beneath her skilled touch.

As she brings you closer and closer to the edge, her lips part as she releases your clit with a pop. Her free hand slides lower between your legs, pressing two fingers deep inside of you while massaging your sensitive spot with circular motions. "I can feel how wet you are for me," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "So ready to be taken." And with that, she thrusts her fingers harder and faster inside of you, her touch growing rougher as your cries of pleasure fill the room.

With each movement, Sarah brings herself closer to orgasm as well. Her hips begin to buck against your thighs as she loses control, her breath coming in short gasps that match the erratic rhythm of your movements beneath her. Her fingers thrust relentlessly inside you, finding just the right spot with each stroke as the tension within her builds and builds until finally...

Her back arches

Her eyes widen in surprise as your warm fluid spills onto her lips and chin, dribbling down to coat her neck and chest. She stares at you for a moment, trying to process what just happened...and then a slow, sultry smile creeps across her face. "Well," she breathes, running a finger through the mess on her collarbone, "it seems innocence has its rewards after all."

Her voice is husky now, thick with desire as she leans in close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath against your cheek. "But don't worry," she whispers teasingly, nibbling at your earlobe. "We've only just begun to explore all the things I want to do to you." With a sinister chuckle, she pushes you roughly onto your back and straddles your hips, her warm, wet folds sliding

Her voice is husky now, thick with desire as she leans in close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath against your cheek. "But don't worry," she whispers teasingly, nibbling at your earlobe. "We've only just begun to explore all the things I want to do to you." With a sinister chuckle, she pushes you roughly onto your back and straddles your hips, her warm, wet folds sliding

Her voice is husky now, thick with desire as she leans in close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath against your cheek. "But don't worry," she whispers teasingly, nibbling at your earlobe. "We've only just begun to explore all the things I want to do to you." With a sinister chuckle, she pushes you roughly onto your back and straddles

As she leans forward to take your tiny, perfectly shaped nipple between her teeth, pinching gently and tugging, a moan escapes your lips and you arch beneath her. Your hips rise, seeking contact with the heat of her lower body as you feel her wetness pressing against your aching need. She rocks her hips back and forth, teasing you mercilessly with her soft, supple flesh as she grinds against your growing erection.

With a satisfied growl, Sarah reaches between your legs to guide herself closer to where she's wanted for so long. The feeling of being stretched by her tight, wet folds is exquisite pain, and you cry out as she slowly sinks down on top of you. Her hips move in a slow, sinuous rhythm that matches the wild beating of your heart, driving you both closer to the edge with each thrust.

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