Jennie g!p
It was late in the evening and Lisa could barely hold a coherent thought. She'd been trying all day to resist, to focus on her assignment, all to no avail. She'd barely written a paragraph.
She closed her eyes and locked her fingers over her mouth, willing her hormones to simmer down. Begging, praying they wouldn't hold her hostage.
Lisa knew it was futile.
"Dear students, the college library will be closing in twenty minutes. We wish you safe travels home this evening and thank you for your patronage."
Lisa closed her laptop and began packing up her things, unaware that a woman was staring at her from across the room, hidden in the shadows of the book stacks.
The Woman had caught Lisa's scent six hours ago when she'd walked in, her hurried steps creating a gentle breeze upon which her aroma had travelled, straight to her dick. She was in heat, and The Woman had been rock hard, willing herself to resist the blonde bitch in heat. There were only five people left in the study room, and The woman was losing her strength as each student left.
Jennie was a breeder, and it had been three days since her last rut with a bitch. She'd been strong, resisting the blonde yesterday, but something about the bitch's scent sang to her, drew her in from the depths of her.
Lisa stood abruptly. Her skirt had creased out of shape from the hours of study, so Jennie caught a nice long look at her panties. Lilac with white flowers.
Jennie groaned and gripped the edge of her table in sheer agony. her cock fought hard against her pants.
There was only one way tonight would end.
Lisa straightened down her skirt and collected her bag, but instead of heading to the stairwell as Jennie had expected, she walked deeper into the library.
Such easy prey, the girl had no idea what she was in for.
Lisa found her way to the bathroom, desperate for a few moments of strength. Or, at least, some privacy while she sorted herself out.
In the mirror, she could see that her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson.
"Jesus, Lisa, look at the sight of you," she scolded herself as she splashed some cold water on her face.
As she went to shut off the tap, she knocked the lever the wrong way by mistake. A huge torrent of high-pressure water spurted up from the sink, covering her shirt. She quickly fought through the stream and shut off the tap, beyond frustrated by her own stupidity.
Her white shirt was now sheer, her desperate nipples attempting to break through her bra for release.
She couldn't walk out of the bathroom in this state - she had no jumper to cover up, and she was certain there had still been people studying. Thankfully, the bathroom was empty.
Lisa unbuttoned her shirt and held it under the hand dryer. The fabric would dry quickly, but her aching nipples and throbbing pussy distracted her from this confidence.
She brushed her hand over her bra, her firm nipple relishing in the brief attention. She needed release. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Lisa traced her hand down her abdomen, under the band of her skirt to her panties. They were completely drenched in her juices.
She slid two fingers in, warm from the dryer, and gave the lightest flick to her clit.
Lisa moaned louder than she expected. She gasped and withdrew her hand quickly, clamping it firmly over her traitorous lips. But it didn't help - she could smell the aroma of her pussy on her fingers, weakening her resolve further.
