Discovery (not finished)

(more to come)

Then, from nowhere, she was aware of a throbbing ock beside her. A man was rubbing himself off furiously right beside her. She had been so engrossed in her books that she hadn't notice him approaching. At first she thought it was Emile, but she could still her him and Jasmine rumbling about in another part of the archives. Beside, she knew the colour of his cock by now, and it wasn't this white.

The man seemed content to take care of himself, only occasionally bumping his dick into her breasts, clumsily and seemiling randomly.

He didn't even cum on her face, which she had taken for standard in this god forsaken country. Instead he hissed, spasmed and came on the floor. Only a few dripples made it to her thighs. How dissapointing she cought herself thinking.