Soft Emotions: fat black guy

Library after hours—fat black guy smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In fat black guy, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in fat black guy. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in fat black guy, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. fat black guy is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.