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My Hotwife’s Hot Past — L’Amore in Biblioteca
Hot Italian TA fucks me in the library stacks after I hand him my damp panties.
“In quantum mechanics, the observer affects the observed.”
That phrase looped through my mind as I watched Marco Bellini from across the library. It was 3:23 PM, the golden hour for procrastinators, and I was supposed to be memorizing Schrödinger’s wave functions.
Instead, I’d spent the last twenty-three minutes tracking the way Marco’s fingers flexed around his pen.
He sat in his usual spot by the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in that syrup-thick Mississippi sunlight that turned everything it touched into a Renaissance painting, including him.
His dark curls were messy in that European way, the kind of tousled perfection American boys spent hours trying to emulate.
A single lock kept falling over his forehead as he scribbled equations, and the way he pushed it back with an impatient flick of his wrist sent an illicit little thrill straight to my stomach.
I shifted in my seat, thighs pressing together involuntarily.
Marco wasn’t conventionally handsome. His nose had a bump from an old break, his stubble grew in patchy, and his lips were slightly too full…
