History at the Library

Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Wind Becomes a Storm (13)

“Ugh… ”

Vivian sobbed, rubbing her face against the back of her hand. Aiden stopped as if she was enjoying the pressure and kept breathing low in her ears. Whenever that happened, her insides tightened with tension and his member slowly grew in size.

As if she was running, she ran out of breath and started to sweat. She felt like she was drunk because her head was dazed. Sensitive nerves caught someone’s footsteps. It seems that he was not lying when he said that he felt a movement.

The sound of footsteps slowly began to draw closer to where they were. Vivian was nervous enough to stop breathing.

By the time the clothes were dampened, his size, which was growing without knowing the limits, began to slowly slip away. Slow so that one doesn’t hear the sound of wetness, and anxious enough to break the mind into pieces. And her head began to turn white as she began to rub against the thick member deep inside like a firm tip pressed down.

The brain seemed to melt sticky because it couldn’t overheat. Instead of a groan, something expanding from the inside flashed down. The liquid soaked the underwear and flowed down the legs to the skirt. The floor began to moisten as if she had peed.

Vivian wished she hadn’t heard a sound. She can’t believe he left as soon as he put it in. she was about to die of shame, but she was thirsty because she couldn’t reach the peak completely because of the extreme tension.

The sound of footsteps approaching slowly moved away from the other side. It didn’t seem to move towards where they were.

Vivian sighed with relief and waited for the sign to completely disappear. She just wanted to faint like this, regardless of what she did. However, before that, items that had grown to the limit began to push in hard. The lamb wandering around the library has completely disappeared.

“Oh, my. It was so tight that I thought it was being swallowed.”

“Ha! Ah! Wait, it’s too fast! Whoops! Argh!”

He came up faster than a pounding heart. Every time the wriggling from the inside poked deep, there was more gasping and breathing in than groaning. He moved his waist so slowly that it felt like a distant thing. The wet sound of the squishy water poked at the sensitive nerves.

She almost hit her head on the wall. The buttocks, which were frayed with a strong shovel, were as hot as if they had been beaten hard by someone. Vivian soon reached its peak again, as she only pricked the parts she felt persistently while moving fast.

“Ah, let’s go to…! Ha ha ha!!”

Does the seafood cooked in boiling water feel like this? The body was limping in hard labor, and she felt like she had left her mind in the sky.

Vivian once again stumbled as she clawed at the useless wall, which was not a proper support. Aiden once again put the clitoris between his fingers and rubbed persistently as if to help her.

“It’s too wet. What are you going to do when you leave?”

“Uh, ah! This is, uh, hah! He, hahaha!”

By the time her arms and legs were getting weaker and she was about to die with her head stuck on the wall, Aiden stopped moving. Then, facing her, holding her thigh and lifting her up. It was lifted up as easily as if she was a child.

In an instant, the eye level rose and the top of his black head fell to show. Vivian pointed reflexively at his shoulder, blinking her confused eyes. A cold hard wall touched her back. Once again, his member penetrated without hesitation when she felt his hands tightly supported his thighs and hips.

Vivian shivered, hugging his head tightly.

“Ah, ha… ”

It was too deep. She met his bright red eyes. It was a beastly gaze and a beastly movement that let go of reason.

He lifted her up and down, lifting her up and then lowered her and slapped her on the waist at the same time as he lifted her up again. The tip of the hard p*nis that went into the limit roughly penetrates the inside and then escapes. The prick felt like a skewer.

Vivian grasped his hem as if it were a squeeze on his fingertips.

“Ah, huh! too, hah! Deep! ha ha!!”

Vivian buried her head in his shoulder and let out a dry crack. The screeching sound of breathing was pathetic. She was almost confused whether the moaning that came out of her mouth was really coming out of her mouth.

As she raised her head with a tearful face, a moist kiss ensued. His tongue penetrated wildly, holding her mouth, spirit, and heart together, he did not let go. The suppressed groan was engulfed with his lips.

He woke her up every time she limped on her own. Sometimes he cut a mark on the back of her neck, sometimes hit her butt with the bottom of his hand, and sometimes gave her breathtaking kisses.

It seemed to embrace a hot ball of fire. That’s what he did with her and that’s why she felt in love with him.

The history of Aiden and the library was not pleasant at all, unlike the emperor’s time. Rather, she was afraid like a child who was thirsty and lost.

Vivian hugged him by the neck as if she would never let him go for several ejaculat*ons.

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