Librarian's Secret Seductions

Lucy is a blonde, blue eyes young woman. She is tall and has very big breasts double d. She likes to wear light clothes a bit revealing. Short skirts are her favorite. She never wears ant underwear no panties and no bra. She is not very social so she works in a library and she doesn't have many friends, so it's understandable that she can be frustrated at times. She loves reading and she keeps to herself. Sometimes she hides in the library to dive into one of her erotic stories and she masturbates. And she can masturbate a lot..

The library was quiet except for the soft hum of the AC and the occasional shuffle of pages. Lucy adjusted her tight white tank top, the thin fabric doing little to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples. Her short denim skirt barely covered her ass as she knelt behind the shelves, hidden in the erotic fiction section. She bit her lip, fingers already tracing the edge of her skirt, lifting it just enough to feel the slick heat between her thighs. No panties—just bare, smooth skin, already wet with anticipation. Her free hand cupped one heavy breast, thumb rolling over the nipple, pinching it hard. The book lay open in front of her, some trashy romance full of ripped bodices and rough hands. But she wasn’t reading anymore. Instead, her breath hitched as two fingers slid inside herself, curling just right. She didn’t bother being quiet—the library was nearly empty, and the thrill of getting caught only made her pulse harder. Her hips jerked as she worked herself faster, imagining the way the librarian’s eyes always lingered on her chest when he thought she wasn’t looking. The thought of him watching her now, seeing her fingers plunge in and out, slick with her own arousal— Her back arched, thighs trembling as the first wave hit. She clamped her free hand over her mouth to muffle the moan, but nothing could stop the flood between her legs, dripping onto the carpet.

The slick sound of her fingers working in and out of her cunt was loud in the quiet aisle, her thighs glistening with wetness. She tilted her hips, pressing her clit harder against her palm, chasing the aftershocks. But the ache was still there—too much, too fast. She needed more. She grabbed the edge of the shelf for balance, standing just enough to hike her skirt higher, exposing herself completely. The cool air brushed over her flushed skin as she spread her legs wider, circling two fingers around her swollen clit. A whimper escaped her lips. The idea of someone walking in, seeing her like this—dripping, shameless—sent another jolt through her. Her head fell back as she fucked herself deeper, imagining the librarian’s rough hands replacing hers, his cock filling her instead of her fingers. The fantasy twisted her stomach tight, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the next climax building, hotter this time, her muscles clenching around nothing. Then—footsteps. Close. Lucy froze, fingers still buried inside herself, pulse hammering in her throat. The steps paused. A quiet cough. She didn’t stop.

She adjusted her skirt and kept her fingers buried deep. She turned so she looked presentable. Librarian slowly hovered past her not noticing anything. Little later she heard some racket few aisles away she had to explore

Lucy let out a slow breath as the librarian walked past, oblivious, his shoes scuffing against the carpet. She waited until his footsteps faded before easing her fingers out, slick and glistening. A lazy smirk curled her lips—she wasn’t done yet. Adjusting her skirt just enough to look decent, she stood, thighs still damp, and padded toward the noise a few aisles over. The sound was rhythmic—a low thump, then a hushed gasp. Her pulse kicked up again. Peeking around the corner, she caught the sight of a college guy hunched over a study table, his hand working furiously under the desk. His head was tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, breath ragged. The zipper of his jeans was undone, the bulge of his cock straining against his palm. Lucy leaned against the shelf, biting back a moan as she hiked her skirt again. She didn’t bother hiding this time—let him see. Let him watch her fingers slide back into her dripping cunt, matching his pace. His gaze snapped to her, wide with shock and hunger. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, arching into her touch. “Unless you want to help.”

He didn't stop, he got himself on full display for Lucy. They masturbate together all the way. After Lucy smiled thank him and wiped her fingers on his lips. She just said see you around

His breath hitched as he obeyed, pulling his cock free—thick, flushed, already leaking. He stroked himself in rough, eager tugs, his other hand gripping the edge of the table. Lucy matched him, fingers plunging deep, her thumb working tight circles around her clit. The air between them crackled, sticky with the sounds of skin on wet skin. She let out a low groan when his hips jerked forward, his cock twitching in his fist. His eyes never left her—watching the way her body trembled, how her nipples peaked under her thin top. His jaw clenched when she moaned, her cunt clenching around her fingers. Lucy came first, hips stuttering as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. He followed with a muffled curse, stripes of cum painting the desk. Breathless, she stepped forward, dragging her glistening fingers over his parted lips. He tasted her without hesitation. "See you around," she murmured, before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving him panting and spent.

Weeks have passed. Lucy was at work, library is nearly empty. She's organizing books in the back of the library when she hears some familiar sound of wet sucking. She approaces slowly removes some books from the shelf so she can see in the aisle on the other side. There is a young student couple having some naughty fun in the library. Lucy likes to watch

Lucy set down the stack of books, her breath catching at the unmistakable smack of lips on slick skin. She crouched, carefully sliding a few volumes aside to clear a sliver of space between shelves. The girl was bent over the study table, skirt hitched up, panties shoved to one side. Her boyfriend knelt behind her, face buried between her thighs, his fingers digging into her hips as he ate her out with hungry, open-mouthed strokes. The girl muffled her whimpers against her own forearm, thighs trembling. Lucy’s pulse throbbed between her legs. She didn’t dare move, didn’t want to break the spell. The boy’s tongue worked in slow, deliberate laps, pausing only to suck her clit until the girl’s back arched. Lucy’s fingers crept under her skirt, finding her own wetness, mirroring every desperate circle of his tongue. Then the girl’s head turned—wide eyes locking onto Lucy’s through the gap in the shelves. Lucy held her gaze, fingers sinking deeper. A challenge. An invitation.

Lucy didn't dare to move, she pushed deeper into her dripping cunt. The girl on the other side smile and just moved like that Lucy had a better view. Girl enjoying showing herself

Lucy’s breath hitched as the girl shifted—arching her back further, spreading her thighs wider to give her an unobstructed view of glistening pink folds and the boy’s relentless tongue. The girl’s lips parted in a silent moan, her fingers tangling in her boyfriend’s hair, but her eyes stayed locked on Lucy. She knew. And she *liked* it. Lucy didn’t stop. Her fingers worked faster, matching the rhythm of the boy’s tongue, her own wetness coating her hand. The girl bit her lip, rolling her hips against her boyfriend’s mouth while watching Lucy’s fingers disappear inside herself. A flush spread across the girl’s chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she let Lucy see everything—the way her cunt clenched around nothing, the way her clit swelled under each flick of his tongue. Then, slowly, deliberately, the girl reached down and pulled herself open wider, inviting Lucy to look deeper. To *take* what she wanted. Lucy’s thighs trembled. She was close. So was the girl. Neither of them looked away.

Lucy came silently. The girl follow soon after. Lucy hurried back to the reception of the library. Few moments later the girl and her guy were leaving and the girl looked Lucy deep in her eyes seductively and saying thanks and introduce herself. She also said she will be back and that she might need some help studying

Lucy came with a shudder, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape. Across the shelves, the girl gasped, hips jerking against her boyfriend’s mouth as her own climax hit—her thighs quivered, her back bowed, and a slick rush soaked his chin. By the time Lucy had tucked herself back together and hurried to the reception desk, her pulse still hammered under her skin. Moments later, the girl and her boyfriend strolled out, their casual demeanor giving nothing away—except for the girl’s lingering gaze. She slowed as she passed the desk, leaning in just enough to let Lucy catch the scent of sex still clinging to her. "Thanks for the *assistance*," she murmured, lips curling. "I'm Natalie." Her fingers trailed across the counter, deliberate, teasing. "I’ll be back. Might need… extra help studying." Lucy’s breath caught as Natalie turned away, swaying just a little too much—an unspoken promise in the way her skirt brushed her thighs. The boyfriend smirked, clueless, but Natalie glanced back one last time. A challenge. A *next time*.

A week passed and it was late Friday afternoon most of students left the campus,so library was quiet. Natalie came to study and Lucy didn't notice her at first when she approached. Lucy deep in pornographic novel reading and slowly masturbating. Natalie came behind her and observed her enjoying herself. It was so hot

The late afternoon sunlight slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the empty library. Lucy’s fingers moved in slow circles under the desk, her breath shallow as she lost herself in the filthy pages of the book splayed open in front of her. She didn’t hear the footsteps—too focused on the throbbing between her thighs, the slick heat coating her fingertips. Then, a whisper of warm breath against her ear. *"Looks like you’re the one who needs help studying now."* Lucy jolted, snapping the book shut—but Natalie’s hand caught her wrist, stopping her from pulling her fingers free. She leaned in, her chest pressing against Lucy’s back as she peered over her shoulder. "Don’t stop on my account," she murmured, her lips brushing Lucy’s earlobe. "I *love* a hands-on approach." Lucy’s pulse spiked. Natalie’s free hand slid down, fingertips tracing the damp fabric between her thighs. "Fuck, you’re *soaked*," she breathed, pushing harder, matching Lucy’s rhythm. "Let me see." Her touch was relentless, possessive—Lucy couldn’t hide the way her hips jerked forward, begging for more. Natalie smirked. "Quiet, remember?" But the library wasn’t empty enough for what came next.

Natalie stripped Lucy and positioned her on her belly on the desk. Her ass exposed, keep reading Natalie said and crouched behind her so she can bury her face between Lucy's cheeks. Both Lucy and Natalie were so focused on their fun they didn't notice that they have voyeurs watching

Natalie’s hands were firm as she tugged Lucy’s skirt down her hips, the material pooling at her knees. The cool air of the library kissed Lucy’s bare skin just before Natalie pushed her forward, bending her over the desk. The open book pressed against her cheek, pages crumpling under her grip. “Keep reading,” Natalie murmured, her voice thick with hunger. Lucy’s fingers trembled against the pages, but the words blurred as Natalie’s palms smoothed over her ass, spreading her cheeks. The first hot lick made Lucy gasp, back arching. Natalie didn’t tease—she dove in, tongue lapping greedily at Lucy’s slick flesh, her nose pressed flush against her. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet library. Lucy bit her lip, hips rocking back against Natalie’s mouth, her own arousal dripping onto the desk. Neither of them noticed the whispers from the stacks, the shifting shadows of students lingering just out of sight—watching, stroking themselves, drinking in every filthy detail. Natalie moaned against Lucy’s skin, hands gripping her hips tighter. “Fuck, you taste *so* good.”

Lucy said to Natalie please go deeper and don't stop. When Lucy came she stayed there sprawled on the desk legs wide spread. She dozed off Natalie was gone when she came around but her butt was all sticky covered in some liquid.. she wondered

Lucy's back arched as Natalie's tongue plunged deeper, her fingers digging into the desk. "Please—*deeper*," she begged, voice ragged. Natalie obeyed, thrusting her tongue in slow, wet strokes until Lucy's thighs trembled. Her climax hit suddenly—a sharp cry muffled against the book, her body jerking as pleasure rolled through her in waves. She collapsed onto the desk, legs splayed, chest heaving. Natalie gave one last indulgent lick before straightening up, her lips glistening. Lucy barely registered Natalie slipping away, her eyelids heavy. She dozed off like that—spread open, still throbbing—until a creeping chill roused her. She blinked, groggy. The library was silent. Natalie was gone. Lucy shifted, then froze. Her skin was tacky, something thick and warm coating the backs of her thighs. She reached back—her fingers came away slick, sticky. Not just her own wetness. Her breath caught. Across the room, a quiet click—the sound of a phone camera.

Lucy was terrified not knowing what happened she instinctively smelled her fingers. Smell was pungent strong and she was certain she knew it. She knew she is being watched so she discreetly licked her fingers just a little bit, and a bit more, she was already dripping

Lucy’s pulse hammered as she inhaled the musky, salty scent clinging to her fingers. *Definitely cum.* Her tongue darted out—just a taste—and the familiar bitterness confirmed it. Heat coiled low in her belly despite herself. The sensation of being watched prickled over her skin. She could feel eyes on her, hungry and hidden. A drop of slick slid down her thigh, betraying her. Unable to stop, she dragged her tongue over her fingers again, moaning softly at the flavor. From the shadows, a muffled groan. A shoe scuffed the floor. Lucy’s breath hitched. She arched slightly, letting her hand drift between her legs, smearing the mess there. Another lick—longer this time, savoring it. A whisper cut through the silence: *“Fuck, she’s eating it.”* Lucy’s thighs pressed together, arousal soaking her anew. She didn’t turn around. Didn’t stop. Just let them watch as her fingers dipped lower, circling her clit, still wet with someone else’s release.

Lucy now knew there are more than one student watching young and potent. She said in whispers I need more of your cum, I'll close my eyes lay on the desk and I want all of you to cum on my face she whispered. I'll get ready she said stripping

Lucy exhaled as her blouse slid off, pooling on the desk in a whisper of fabric. The air prickled with the musk of eager bodies and the sharp tang of precum. She arched her back, letting her breasts press into the cool wood, then turned to face the shadows—eyes already shut tight like she'd promised. The first groan tore through the silence an instant before hot streaks hit her chin, her parted lips. She moaned as it dripped onto her tongue—thick, bitter, perfect. Another spurt splashed across her cheek, then her forehead, the boy's choked curses mixing with the slick sounds of his fist pumping. Fingers skated up her bare thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise. Someone's thumb swiped through the mess on her chin, shoving it back between her lips as another cock jerked over her, painting stripes across her nose and closed eyelids. She gasped as hands groped her tits, pinching her nipples raw while more bodies pressed in—everywhere the heat of them, the desperate slide of their skin against hers. "Fuck—gonna—" someone gritted out, and she opened her mouth wider just as the next load flooded her tongue. Another boy's fingers tangled in her hair, dragging her face up into the next pulsing eruption. The desk creaked under their weight as they rutted against her, hips stuttering, hands roaming her body like they couldn't decide where to claim first. She swallowed greedily, chin glazed, breath ragged. "More," she panted, and the room exploded in groans—hot streaks searing her skin, dripping down her throat, marking her as theirs.

Lucy was now massaging all that cum over her body, in her mouth. Sticky and slimy over her face her big tits. She even smeared some on and into her cunt while one guy fingers her ass. She hears one saying I wish this would happen more often. Lucy said to them that every Friday night she will let the library door open for them and she'll be waiting for lots of cum...

Lucy dragged her fingers through the sticky mess coating her face, smearing thick strands of cum down her neck, over her collarbones, letting it drip onto her breasts. She swirled her tongue around her own fingers, moaning at the taste before reaching lower, rubbing the slick warmth between her thighs. A gasped "Holy shit—" came from the boy whose fingers were buried in her ass, his thrusts turning rougher as he watched her slather herself. Another hand clamped onto her hip, grinding his cock against her slick folds, coating himself in the mix of their release. Lucy arched, pushing back against the fingers inside her, then reached behind to wrap her hand around the nearest cock. She pumped it lazily, squeezing as fresh precum dribbled onto her wrist. "Every Friday," she panted, tilting her head back as another hot stripe of cum splashed across her chest. "Door unlocked. I’ll be here, just like this—begging for it." A chorus of groans answered her, hips jerking against her, against each other, the room thick with the sound of skin slapping skin. Someone’s thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles as she shuddered, her own wetness mixing with the streaks of white still dripping down her stomach. "Gonna fill you up every time," a voice growled near her ear. Lucy just grinned, spreading her legs wider.

Lucy was left by all this young students thinking I wish Natalie was here to see this. She cleaned up and was looking forward to next week

--- Lucy exhaled as the last of them stumbled out, the library door clicking shut behind them. The air still hung thick with sweat and sex, her skin tacky under the drying streaks. She dragged a finger through the mess on her stomach, bringing it to her lips with a lazy smirk. *Natalie would’ve loved this.* The thought sent a fresh pulse of heat between her thighs. She pictured her best friend’s wide-eyed stare, the way her breath would hitch seeing Lucy glazed and used. She squeezed her legs together, relishing the sticky friction. A damp cloth smeared cum across her thighs as she cleaned up, but she left the marks on her breasts untouched—let the evidence linger until her shower. The desk was a wreck, papers sticking to gleaming patches of spent lust. She bit her lip, imagining Natalie bent over that same wood next week, watching, maybe joining— Lucy’s fingers slipped between her folds, teasing her swollen clit. "Next Friday," she whispered to the empty room, rubbing slow circles until her hips jerked. "Gonna make sure she *sees.*" Her moan echoed off the shelves as she came, sharp and quick, the aftershocks trembling through her. She’d be back. They all would. And this time, she wouldn’t be alone.

Next Friday Natalie was there again in the afternoon. She knew that Lucy would stumble upon her so she didn't hesitate to get naked and play with her body, masturbating, pinching. Loving herself. Lucy heard Natalie she saw her going at it trough the bookshelf's god she is beautiful she though touching her erect nipples trough her thin top, sliding lower to her extremely wet cunt.

Natalie’s breath hitched as her fingers teased her clit, her thighs slick with arousal. The crinkle of plastic cover books shifting nearby barely registered—until Lucy’s hungry gaze locked onto her through the shelf. Lucy’s fingers pinched her own nipple through her top, biting back a groan as she watched Natalie arch, two fingers plunging deep into herself. Their eyes met—Natalie’s lips parted in a shameless moan, her hips rocking against her hand. "You gonna just *watch*?" Natalie taunted, her other hand tugging at her own nipple, twisting it between her fingers. Lucy’s skirt was hiked up in seconds, her panties shoved aside as she matched Natalie’s rhythm, two fingers pumping into her dripping cunt. "Fuck—you planned this." "Nah," Natalie gasped, spreading her legs wider, showing off the glisten of her folds. "Just knew you’d show up *needy*." Lucy lunged forward, knocking a book off the shelf as she grabbed Natalie’s wrist, dragging her soaked fingers to her mouth. She sucked them clean, then pushed Natalie back against the carpet. "*Now* I’m needy." The wet slap of skin filled the library as Lucy’s tongue replaced Natalie’s fingers.

Lucy was more and more liberated from a shy librarian to a sexy slut sex hungry librarian, and it shows how she licks and devours a wet pussy. Natalie was in extacy. Once Natalie came Lucy explained her that last week something happened and she wants Natalie to see. So Natalie must hide and watch. Lucy stripped naked laying on the desk in the library like last week she put a band on her eyes so she can't see and waited for all those students to repeat last week's filth.she was dripping wet and so was Natalie in her hiding

Natalie pressed into the shadows of the shelves, breath shallow, as Lucy stretched across the desk—blindfolded, thighs parted, glistening. The first hesitant footsteps echoed, then a sharp inhale. “Holy shit,” someone muttered. Lucy arched against the wood, fingers skimming her own nipples. “Someone gonna *use* me or just stare?” A rush of movement—hands, mouths, bodies. Natalie bit her own wrist to keep quiet as a student buried his face between Lucy’s thighs, another pinning her wrists. The slick sounds of tongues, the slap of skin, Lucy’s choked moans—Natalie’s cunt throbbed, her fingers frantically working her clit. Lucy writhed, crying out as someone shoved into her from behind. “Fuck—yes, *just like last time*—” Natalie watched a stranger’s come drip down Lucy’s inner thigh, watched her lick it clean with a filthy grin. The desk creaked under their weight, the air thick with sweat and sex until, finally, they staggered away—leaving Lucy wrecked, trembling, her skin shiny with spend. Natalie stumbled forward, gripping the edge of the desk. “You *wanted* me to see that?” Lucy tugged off the blindfold, eyes dark. “Wanted you *wet* for me.” She hooked Natalie’s waist, pulling her close. “Now clean me up.”

Natalie cleaned Lucy thoroughly. Lucy said that not all of the students arrived yet so if Natalie wants she can replace her on the desk. Natalie was excited and did what Lucy asked. Natalie laying on the des and few more students arrived. Saying wow there's a different slut for us. Lucy was hiding. Natalie felt four cocks on her body touching masturbating. Until one came hard on her face. Meantime someone licked her pussy. She heard them talking dirty about her. It was exciting. Another load on her face and breasts and another. She heard more steps closing in..

Natalie's tongue dragged up Lucy's inner thigh, lapping up the sticky mess left behind, her own arousal dripping onto the floor. Lucy moaned, fingers tightening in Natalie's hair—until the distant sound of footsteps made her smirk. "Your turn," she whispered, nudging Natalie toward the desk. Natalie didn't hesitate, sprawling across the wood, legs spread, skin still flushed from watching. The door creaked open. "Well, shit," a low voice chuckled. Hands—rough, eager—immediately groped her tits, her ass, her thighs. A cock slapped against her cheek, already leaking. "Different slut, same game," another muttered, jerking himself off over her. The first thick stripe of come painted her chin. She gasped as a tongue licked into her pussy, fingers replacing it moments later, fucking her hard while another cock smeared precum across her lips. "Open," someone demanded, and she did, choking on the first salty burst. More voices, more hands—another load splattered her tits, hot and thick. The desk shook under her as footsteps grew louder. Lucy watched from the shadows, biting her own fingers, as Natalie whimpered—covered, used, *perfect*.

The next wave of students shoved in, their laughter rough with hunger. A thick cock slid between Natalie’s slick lips before she could catch her breath, the head bumping the back of her throat. She gagged, spit dripping down her chin, but they didn’t let up—just fucked her face in short, brutal strokes while another guy kneaded her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Someone’s palm cracked against her ass, the sting making her cry out around the cock in her mouth. "Yeah, take it, you filthy bitch," a voice growled. The fingers in her pussy curled, rubbing hard against her clit until her hips jerked involuntarily. A new set of hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider. The wet sound of a tongue lapping at her entrance mixed with the slap of skin as another cock pulsed against her cheek, painting her with another sticky stripe. Lucy’s breath hitched in the shadows, her own fingers working between her legs as she watched Natalie get wrecked—her skin glazed with sweat and spend, her moans muffled, her body used from every angle. "Think she can take one more load?" someone taunted, jerking himself furiously over her stomach. Natalie’s eyelids fluttered, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate.

Natalie took one more load like a slut. She lays there cowered in cum and when all the students left Lucy came out of her hiding. She whispered god that was so hot you sexy slut. Her fingers trailed over Natalie body mixing all the cum, Natalie's breathing was shallow excited. Lucy was telling her what hot dirt slut she is while cleaning her body licking all that juice..

Natalie’s body twitched as the last hot burst splashed across her stomach, thick ropes painting stripes over her already sticky skin. The room emptied, laughter and footsteps fading—until only the wet sound of Lucy’s tongue dragging up her inner thigh remained. "God, that was so hot, you filthy slut," Lucy breathed, fingers swirling through the mess on Natalie’s chest, mixing spilled cum with her own slick. Natalie whimpered, hips lifting instinctively toward Lucy’s touch, her cunt still throbbing. Lucy’s mouth found the curve of her breast, tongue lapping up a stray drip. "Look at you. Drenched. *Ruined.*" She bit down lightly on Natalie’s nipple, making her gasp. "Couldn’t even wait for me to finish cleaning you before getting desperate again, could you?" Natalie’s thighs trembled as Lucy’s fingers slid lower, smearing come down her stomach before slipping between her folds. They were already soaked—her own arousal, spit, traces of whatever the others left behind. Lucy’s thumb pressed hard on her clit. "Good sluts don’t get to come until they’re *spotless*," Lucy murmured, but her fingers didn’t stop working, circling faster as Natalie’s back arched off the desk. A broken moan escaped her lips—Lucy’s mouth followed, licking a wet stripe up her neck, tasting salt and sweat. "Bet you’d let them wreck you all over again." Lucy’s teeth grazed her earlobe. "Wouldn’t you?"

Yes she would admitted Natalie. How good was that, she loved it and all that without anyone sticking their dick into her pussy.. Natalie loved it. Lucy and Natalie were reminiscing about the evening for a while and primed that next time they'll do it together..

Natalie’s hips jerked as Lucy’s fingers plunged deeper, knuckles slick against her swollen lips. “Yes,” she gasped, nails digging into the desk. “God, I’d let them—*fuck*—do it all again.” Lucy’s laugh was low, her breath hot against Natalie’s ear. “Knew it. You didn’t even need them inside you—just their hands, their mouths, their *filth* all over you.” Her thumb ground hard against Natalie’s clit, making her choke on a moan. Natalie’s cunt clenched around nothing, aching. “Next time,” she panted, “you join. Let them wreck us *together*.” Lucy’s teeth sank into her shoulder in response, fingers quickening, dragging wet circles just shy of what she needed. “Oh, they will,” she promised. “Gonna watch you beg for it while they fill me first.” Natalie’s thighs shook—so close, so *empty*—until Lucy finally gave in, thrusting three fingers deep as her mouth covered Natalie’s, swallowing her cries. The taste of salt, sweat, and shared hunger lingered between them.