"You're right," I tell him, nodding with mock seriousness as I rise up onto my knees and scoot back a little. Gripping the open fly of his slacks, I tug him away from the bookshelf and shift him clockwise to press him back against a perpendicular shelf of romance paperbacks.
I tug his slacks and underwear down over his ass, letting his cock spring free. My fingers curl around his cock and I lean in to brush my lips against the head, rubbing them back and forth almost reverently as my eyes fall shut. It smells like old paper and leather and him and me, sweat and come and us mixed together. I'd bottle that scent if I could.
"Keep your hands on the shelves," I tell him, looking up at his face as I open my mouth to drag the flat of my tongue over the head of his cock, swirling teasingly around it as I wait for him to spread himself out against the books, bathed only in moonlight.
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Date: 2022-04-02 07:23 am (UTC)I tug his slacks and underwear down over his ass, letting his cock spring free. My fingers curl around his cock and I lean in to brush my lips against the head, rubbing them back and forth almost reverently as my eyes fall shut. It smells like old paper and leather and him and me, sweat and come and us mixed together. I'd bottle that scent if I could.
"Keep your hands on the shelves," I tell him, looking up at his face as I open my mouth to drag the flat of my tongue over the head of his cock, swirling teasingly around it as I wait for him to spread himself out against the books, bathed only in moonlight.