Microfantasy Monday: Silence

I liked 2-weeks-ago's theme better so I'm going to be a deviant and go with that one - silence.

When his fingers enter you, he's rough and abrupt. You start to squeal because you didn't expect it - he'd barely even gotten your pants down - but his other hand clamps over your mouth. Hard.

"Mmmpff--"

He's shoved against your back, and you're face to face with a copy of Ernest Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises. You're in a particularly unused corner of the library stacks, but still. No noise here. No telling how many students are hidden against the walls, hunched over piles of research, just looking for a distraction. The air around you is tense; compressed.

You close your eyes and bite on his fingers slightly when a third, then fourth, finger enters your copiously dripping cunt, and his hand starts rocking into you...

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