She stood with her head bowed to a book. She wore a tight skirt and a white blouse buttoned up to her neck. She was very beautiful, her hair in a bun, no make-up and a faint scent of flowers coming from her skin. She was about twenty, and in the evenings she worked part-time in the library, she liked it, because she loved books. In quiet, calm evenings, she sat and read. There were hardly any visitors in the evening. But then, one fine, quiet spring evening, a young student entered the library building. Strange as it may sound, but at ten in the evening he needed a book by Dostoevsky. But when he saw her beautiful face, slender legs, graceful figure, he simply forgot about Dostoevsky and could not control the desire that gripped his mind and body. For about five minutes he watched her leafing through the pages of some book with her little hands, and then, nevertheless, he made up his mind and went up to her. She timidly raised her head, and fixed her surprised look from behind her long eyelashes straight into his eyes. He became timid like some kind of boy, but suddenly she approached him, threw her arms around his neck and he smelled the scent of roses, and then, like the touch of this flower, her tender, plump, sweet lips. Then her hands slid down, stroking his back. He woke up from a wonderful dream and, continuing to kiss her, carefully picked her up in his arms and carried her to one of the reading tables. His hands slipped under her skirt revealing her slender legs, and he realized that she was wearing stockings.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, continuing to kiss him, but already on the neck. She began to unbutton his shirt, kissing every exposed bit of his skin.
She already felt his dick rise up and it turned her on even more. Now she, resting her hands on the tabletop, she was trembling in his arms with excitement. He began to do the same thing with her blouse as she did with his shirt, only he unbuttoned it with his teeth. And then his eyes appeared young girlish breasts. He began to gently bite her nipples, and gently run his tongue over them, sinking lower and lower, and now he already sees her beautiful tummy. He kisses every part of her body, teases her. Then he carefully unzips the skirts and pulls them down just as gently, and the skirt falls to the floor.
A completely different girl appears before his eyes, not the shy girl he saw when he entered the library.
She notices that he suddenly stopped, thoughtful. And unable to restrain her desire, she draws him to her. She is wearing nothing but stockings. She gets up, hugs him, kisses him, and then he feels her open the fly of his trousers, and they fall to the floor, and his underpants are on the floor behind the trousers. She sits down on the table again, pulls him towards her, and he enters her. She arches in pleasure. She lays her back on the table so that he can caress her breasts. His movements are getting faster and faster and now he ends up with her at the same time. He takes out his penis and pours his sperm over her breasts and stomach.