The Library Seduction – Quiet Moans & Pheromone Tricks
It started with a dare.
She wasn’t even sure why she accepted it — maybe it was the boredom, or maybe it was the scent of possibility. One spritz of her Pheromone Spray and suddenly, the world felt tilted in her favour. Every head turned. Every gaze lingered. And him… he followed.
The library was quiet. Dead quiet. But that didn’t matter — she wasn’t here for books.
Under her trench coat, she wore nothing but the Black Lace Bodystocking— sheer, , and hugging every curve. It wasn’t just the lace brushing her thighs that had her heart pounding. It was what nestled underneath.
Buzz.
A flick of a finger on her phone app, and the Clitoral Suction Vibrator came to life, hidden snugly against her. Its gentle pulsing teased her to the edge… and just when she thought it couldn’t get any more deliciously wicked — she gave him the remote.
That’s when the Remote-Control Vibrator, a wearable Toy joined the party. Orange. Bold. Naughty. And completely silent — except for the hum she felt deep between her thighs as she fumbled with a dusty volume on Victorian poetry.
She saw him in the corner of her eye. Pretending to read. But she knew he was watching her squirm.
And she loved it.
She bit her lip to keep the moan in. But she wasn’t done. Not even close.
She slipped into the farthest aisle. Theology. Dead quiet.
Then… click.
A second buzz started. Deeper. Fuller. Rotating. Her eyes rolled back as the Rotating & Vibrating Butt Plug came to life, its gentle twist tickling every sensitive nerve. She clenched. It stayed in place — snug, secure, and sinfully effective.
He finally approached.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered.
“I know.”
“You’re so wet.”
“Make it worse.”
She braced herself against the shelf as he turned the remote dial up, controlling both toys at once. Front. Back. Suction. Rotation. Every hole stimulated. Her knees buckled.
The scent of her PheroStrong spray still lingered in the air — warm, inviting, irresistible. He inhaled like it was the only oxygen that mattered.
“Keep still,” he said. “Don’t drop that book.”
The book shook in her hands.
He knelt behind her, hands ghosting over the lace as her body vibrated with layered ecstasy. She was a trembling, moaning, overstimulated mess — all in silence.
He reached under her coat.
One hand teasing the clitoral toy. The other… twisting the plug.
She came.
Silently, violently, gripping the shelf so hard it nearly toppled. The book dropped. She didn’t care.
She leaned back into him, breathless, shaking.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” he teased.
“Why? You started it.”
She turned and kissed him — hard, desperate, euphoric. Her lip gloss smeared, and her scent wrapped around him like a trap. He was hard. She was soaked.
And the best part?
They weren’t finished.
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