The woman was bent over a table, her face buried in the giant cock of the man behind her. Her hair was a mess, and her freckles stood out against her pale skin. They were in some kind of alternate reality where anything could

The woman was bent over a table, her face buried in the giant cock of the man behind her. Her hair was a mess, and her freckles stood out against her pale skin. She moaned as he pounded into her from behind, his hands gripping tightly onto her hips. The library was silent except for the sound of their bodies colliding and the occasional rustle of papers on the shelves. The ambient lighting cast an eerie glow over everything, making it seem like they were in some kind of alternate reality where anything could happen.