Ginger Banks Almost Caught Naked in the Library

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The sun shone brightly through the library windows, casting a warm glow on the stacks of books and the occasional student studying in quiet concentration. But behind one of the meticulously maintained shelves, a forbidden act was about to unfold, perpetrated by the world’s most audacious little minx, Ginger Banks.

As she turned the corner, Ginger’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She was utterly alone, the perfect opportunity to satisfy her pent-up, primal urges. With a sly smile, the blonde bombshell slipped behind the tallest bookshelf and began to strip.

First went her shirt, revealing a lacy white bra barely containing her voluptuous breasts. Next came her jeans, pooled around her ankles in a matter of seconds. Ginger paused briefly, savoring the thrill of nearly being caught in the buff. If only she knew how close a thirsty male patron was to discovering her debauchery!

Now clad only in matching bra and panties, Ginger’s hands roamed her body, caressing the curve of her hips and teasing the sensitive swell of her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as she slipped a hand beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, feeling the growing wetness between her legs. Oh, how she craved to be filled, to be stretched by a throbbing erection that would coat her walls in his sticky seed.

But for now, Ginger would have to make do with her own probing fingers, working them inside her tight little hole. Her other hand reached up to unclasp her bra, freeing her perky tits to the cool library air. She couldn’t help but jiggle them slightly, giggling at how utterly brazen she was being.

Lost in the throes of her own masturbation, Ginger failed to hear the approaching footsteps. She was too focused on imagining the scenario playing out in her dirty little mind – being fucked hard over a table, right there in the library, by a virile bull who would claim her in front of God and everyone. Students, librarians, workers, all would witness her sultry moans as she was invaded again and again.

That fantasy pushed Ginger over the edge. With a stifled cry, she began to cum, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm. Her juices dripped down her thighs as she rode out the euphoric high, gloriously uncaring of who might find her like this.

It was then she heard them – those dreaded footsteps approaching the aisle. Ginger froze like a frightened deer, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was trapped! If she ran now, she’d be seen. If she stayed put, she’d surely be caught.

But this only added to her giddy excitement. Maybe the man chasing after her would tackle her on the floor, pinning her down as he forcefully plunged into her dripping cunt, rendering her utterly helpless and powerless. What blissful, erotic torture!

The seconds ticked by like hours as she waited with bated breath. A bead of sweat formed on her brow, trickling down her flushed face to mingle with the heady moisture between her legs. Her fingernails dug crescent indents into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Finally, mercifully, the footsteps passed right by her, the mysterious stranger heading further into the labyrinth of bookshelves. Ginger exhaled sharply, the ringing in her ears fading to normalcy. But her arousal continued to burn brightly, as if stoked by the thought of how close she’d come to being well and truly ravaged.

With trembling fingers, she yanked her clothes on as fast as she could, every garment grazing her sensitive skin like an erotic caress. Ginger knew she would replay this scene in the privacy of her own bedroom many times over, a naughty keepsake to revisit again and again.

For now, though, she had to get out of there before her luck ran out completely. Laughing breathlessly, Ginger Banks crept out of the library, a satisfied smirk on her cum-covered fingers