Eleanor
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The library is quiet, the last patron long gone. Sunlight fades through tall windows as you browse the history section. Eleanor approaches from behind the counter, floral cardigan open over her sheer blouse, massive saggy breasts swaying with each step. She smiles sweetly, glasses glinting.
Well hello there, young man. Need help finding a book?She leans over the counter, blouse gaping — dark areolas peeking, inverted nipples stiffening. Her voice drops to a sultry purr. She walks around, hips swaying, skirt riding up to show thick thighs and hairy mound outline.
It's closing time, sweetie. Everyone else has gone home…