Abby Cross is a naughty young girl who has a dirty fantasy about the library

Abby Cross finally acts on the pull she’s felt for Rayveness since the day they met. No talk, just heat. She leads her straight into the snack room, pushes the door shut, and presses her mouth between Rayveness’s thighs like a woman starving. Tongue works in long, slow strokes before Abby seals her lips and sucks hard, pulling the swollen clit into her mouth until Rayveness’s knees give. Rayveness answers by tugging Abby up, spinning her around, dropping to her knees and burying her face in the same hungry rhythm. Hands grasp thighs. Hips rock. Tongues slide inside and out, wet sounds echoing off the fridge. They trade places twice, three times, until one of them—wet fingers slick from the other—climbs onto the counter, legs spread. She comes first, voice caught in her throat. The second follows seconds later, forehead pressed to a metal cabinet, breathing hard.