Keep Watching As Someone Catches The Librarian Masturbating

A light step. The tumble of a book onto the floor. A whispered apology.

Lois Lane barely dared to breathe, even though she knew that no one except Blaze could hear her.

Tonya Wong turned, the century-old book pressed against her heaving bosom...and looking part her, the reporter could see the young man, in his tie and dress shirt and dark slacks, steel-rimmed glasses and tousled red hair...and his fly was open. Something pink and stiff was standing. The book was on the floor...a medical text...an old etching of the female anatomy.

The librarian drew herself up. They were both frozen, neither knowing which way this would go...and then, placing The Way of a Man with a Maid back in its place, the short Asian woman stepped forward.

He was tall, but lanky. More than a head taller than her. His cheeks were flushed bright red, and his stiff prick trembled. Lois could almost read his mind, his emotions were etched so clearly on his face. With a word, the librarian could denounce him, ban him from the library from indecency...and he could claim he caught her masturbating in the stacks, her reputation ruined. Tonya walked right up to him, and Lois couldn't see her features...but she saw her stoop and scoop up the fallen anatomy textbook.

"Have you ever seen one," Tonya said, looking up at him. "In real life?"

An adam's apple descended and rose swiftly. He was sweating into his collar as he shook his head.

"Well," She turned, planted her heels wide...and bending forward, began to lift her skirts.

The demon's fingers slid down further, and Lois gasped as she felt a warm digit press against her cunny from behind.

The librarian was wearing very old-fashioned drawers, the kind that tied above the knee and had a split down the middle, so that you didn't even have to take them off when using the bathroom. Tonya Wong leaned forward, carefully placing the book on a nearby cart to shelve later...and holding onto the cart, she looked back and said.

"Well...this is a library. Study it. Look close..."

Lois didn't know what to expect...but it wasn't for the lanky young man to fall to his bony knees and bury his face in the librarian's backside. Tonya Wong blushed scarlet, knees trembling, big breasts shaking, holding onto the library cart with a white-knuckled grip...

"Yes...yes...oh, eat my luscious arsehole! Bottom-fuck me! Bottom-fuck me and I'll suck your prick, darling!"

The voice was soft, scarcely a whisper, but his hands were wrapped around her thighs, face absolutely buried in her backside, the pink prick quivering. Blaze's finger slipped inside the reporter's cunny, and Lois gasped, both at the sudden intrusion and the incredible moistness in her pussy. She was unable to tear her eyes away from the scene...of a woman living out her own erotic fantasy.

"We can get closer, if you want," Blaze said. Her finger slipped out of Lois, and the reporter felt a horrible little emptiness take its place. "Unless you've seen enough..."