1. Georgina in the library


    Date: 6/30/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: theliterarypainter, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    She urged. “Cum all over my leotard. I want this to be a night to remember. I want to think of this night whenever I put this on.” At last, I released and felt that glorious sensation of my hot seed flowing out. It splattered on to her chin, with the blasts subsiding and making a mess out on her leotard. Spent, I collapsed on top of her for a brief lull, and we were kissing again, feeling so at one with each other. Then the overriding imperative of our lust began to fade, and the sense of panic started to return. Where were the security guards? I lifted myself up and reached down for my clothes, Georgina sitting up to pull the crotch of her leotard over to recover her sweet little pussy. “Where are they?” she asked in another whisper. I paused, listening. “I think they’re coming up the stairs,” I said. “But they’re not on this floor yet.” She said, “Come on!” and grabbed my hand, and we were off again, this time skulking through the shelves like a couple of cat burglars. “We could just tell them we got locked in,” I suggested in a hushed voice. “If we were both fully dressed and didn’t smell like sex, that might have worked,” Georgina grinned. “If they find me like this, I think we’d be in trouble.” “Do you think we can get past them?” she asked. “Maybe get out of here?” Part of me was a little sad at this possibility, craving more time with this hot little gymnast. We’d only had a few hours together, and the reality was that we had only just met. There was still the ...
    possibility that this would turn out to be nothing more than a crazy one-night stand. And though I’d not really taken much time out from football to really think about maintaining a full-on relationship, something had changed in me tonight. I wanted as much of Georgina as I could possibly get. Still, being a man, my pride kicked in and I stifled my concerns, saying casually, “You they left the library doors unlocked?” “There’s a good chance. The trick is going to be getting past them.” We crept to the stairwell, and edged over the banister to see if we could spot any movement, both listening out for any noise that might offer a clue as to the security guards’ whereabouts. “We could just hide,” I whispered, “then continue as though they’d never come.” “We could. But wouldn’t you rather a warm bed than a whole night in this cold place?” She had a fair point. “I guess so,” I said, perhaps a hint of regret in my voice despite the powerful sense of physical satisfaction currently flowing through my veins. I was about to suggest that we could go back to my place, or hers if she preferred, when she held a finger up to her lips, silencing me. We could see hands gripping the handrail a few flights below us - the security guards were coming up the stairs towards us. From the sound of them, there appeared to be two campus security guards, and they appeared in no hurry to clamber up the steps. Their voices were as relaxed as their climbing pace, and actually made us relax a little — clear as it ...
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