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She groans at the same time that I do.

Her pussy is tight, milking me. I barely hold back from coming.

Yet I don’t stop pistoning into Robyn like she needs, fast and deep.

“Harder.” Robyn’s cheeks are flushed. “Fuckingharder.”

She trusts me not to drop her. I never would.

Robyn gasps when I twist her, slamming her against the shelves.

“Yeah, just like that.” Sweat glistens, trailing down the hollow of her throat.

I lean to kiss her, and she kisses me back just as passionately.

Her eyelashes flutter.

I drop my hands to Robyn’s hips, hiking her more firmly onto my cock as I pound into her. She howls on each thrust, tightening her thighs around me.

I turn again, until I am once again the one who is being smashed against the shelves rhythmically.

Pleasure is building in me.

I grit my teeth.

I’m going to…

But not before my Robyn.

She works her thumb in circles even faster over her clit, as her breathing speeds up. “I’m about to… I’m n-n-nearly…Phoenix…”

Suddenly, the shelves behind me crack.

Books rain down around us, offering themselves as sacrifice on the altar to our love.

I hunch over Robyn, shielding her.

The books bounce against my shoulders and head. I wince at the sharp bursts of pain.

Amidst the destruction, Robyn suddenly stiffens and comes. She kisses me deeply, scratching my shoulders.

I pant.

The tightening of Robyn’s pussy pulls me into coming as well.

My fingers bite into Robyn’s hips hard enough to bruise.

Hard enough to mark her asmine.

I thrust into Robyn a final time at the thought.

I catch my breath, finally coming down from the high.

When I slip out of Robyn, I take off the condom and drop it as far from my poor book babies as I can.

I will make it up to them.

Then I adjust my underwear and Robyn’s panties, although I regret hiding her gorgeous pussy.

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