Head to the library

You grab Abigail by the hand, quickly hurrying through the halls towards library as you drag Abigail behind you.

"Um, um why are we r-rushing?" Abigail asks, as you drag her along the halls.

"Time is of the essence, I'm afraid, or else I'll be the one getting fucked."

Abigail giggles, as you rush through into the library. You hear a chorus of hushes, ignoring them as you head to the back of the library. Abigail quickly unlocks a door with a ring of keys, and the of you enter the rows of old books and manuscripts. Abigail turns around and half-looks at you, too nervous for full eye-contact.

"So, should we...?"

You reach out, starting to unbutton her blouse, revealing the dark, lacy trim of lingerie.

"Interesting choice of apparel," you smirk, your fingers running along the soft cup.

"I l-like to f-feel se-sexy," she fumbles back.

"It's working," you smile , unbuttoning the blouse and pulling it off completely. You reach around, fumbling for the bra clasp. The pair pops off, revealing a pair of mountains, pale, cream flesh just bursting out of the confines of its lace prison, jiggling and heaving under their own weight.

"Oh, come to papa," you say, fingers tracing the harm mounds, running circles around the edge of the areola.

"I am going to enjoy these!"