Use your gag spray to silence her so that you can have a longer session
From Create Your Own Story
The aisle is narrow- old books and dark shelves are on either side, barely giving you elbow room as you slowly move toward Jenni's desk. She stops writing and you freeze, but she merely opens a book and starts reading, hunched over in the highbacked wooden chair, feet curled over the chair's bottom rung. When you are directly behind her you suddenly grab her by the upper arms, pulling both back abruptly. The book hits the desk. While holding her with your two lower arms, your extra upper two arms pull the ever-useful gag spray from your pack. Her face looks up at you, upside down, blue eyes wide with shock, and just as she sucks air for a tremendous unbelieving scream you spray the fine mist over her face. The scream is utterly silent, just an open mouth, contorted features, and vibrating throat.
You push her chair forward so that she is pinned sitting between chair and desk, and put the spray into the bag on your back. You have her arms held back with two arms, and with your other two arms you tear her skirt in half. She is screaming silently looking up at you, head still tilted all the way back. When jenni sees your panting tongue begin to thicken and elongate, she struggles wildly, head whipping back and forth. You pull her arms tighter and push with your stomach against the back of her chair, forcing her firmly against the desk. This quiets her somewhat.
Your tongue tentaclizes and curls down the front of her shirt, your saliva mixing with her sudden sweat and the silent tears falling off her chin. Your appendage's little razor tooth clips her bra in half, and your tongue circles each breast with a gentle squeeze, altenately flicking and tugging at each little nipple. You would love to nip them with your tongue's tiny teeth, but that feels like too much at this point. The girl is terrified as it is without having to deal with tongue teeth. Your bottom two arms grip each thigh firmly, and you pull her body even tighter against the back of the chair. She tries to struggle- head still whipping and silently screaming, but jenni is caught tight between chair and desk. You angle her ass up through the torn skirt, and can see skin and underwear now that her butt is sticking out a little through the gap between the seat of the chair and its back support. Her ass is so pale, just like her little breasts.
Your penis comes out stretching, feeling, and starts rubbing the two cheeks and crack, while your tongue has pulled out of the shirt and is slapping her breasts from side to side. The rain is pounding now against the skylight, and the little green desk lamp flickers. Your penis's teeth clip through her underwear.
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