We Met at the Library & she Told me her Sister was Lana Del Rey before Proceeding to Blow me

In a quiet, hushed library, Michele James, the stunning brunette with fiery blue eyes, can't help but catch the gaze of Brad Newman, a mysterious stranger with a secret. As their eyes meet, sparks fly, and she can't resist the urge to approach him. "Um, excuse me," she whispers, "my sister told me she knew Lana Del Rey and I just had to meet you." Brad's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly plays along, intrigued by the captivating beauty before him. "Oh, really? What's her name?" he asks, a playful smile on his lips. Michele leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "Her name is Lana Del Rey, and she's my sister's friend. She said you were a big fan." Brad smirks, his eyes never leaving hers, "Well, I'm a big fan of your sister's friend, that's for sure." Michele blushes, her heart racing with excitement. Before she can say anything else, Brad leans in and presses his lips gently to hers, igniting a passion that consumes them both. They forget about the library, the rules, and the world around them, lost in their own private universe. As they continue to kiss, Michele's hand finds its way to Brad's pants, feeling the bulge that's growing beneath. She unzips them, revealing his massive, throbbing cock, which she can't help but admire. "Wow," she whispers, "you're huge." Brad grins, "And you're about to make me feel even bigger." Michele takes the lead, kneeling down in front of him, her blue eyes locked onto his as she slowly takes his cock into her mouth. She sucks him deeply, her head bobbing up and down, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. Brad groans, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her, but never forcing her. Their eye contact never breaks, instead, they're lost in a dance of mutual desire and pleasure. Michele pulls back, her lips glistening with her saliva and his pre-cum, a smile playing on her lips. "You like that?" she asks, her voice thick with lust. Brad nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck yes," he growls. She leans back in, her eyes never leaving his as she takes him deep again, her throat tightening around his shaft. She swallows, her eyes watering slightly, but she doesn't stop. She wants to feel him, all of him. Brad can't take it anymore, his body tensing as he reaches his climax, his cum spilling into her waiting mouth. Michele swallows every last drop, her eyes locked onto his, never breaking eye contact. As she stands up, she can't help but smile, knowing that she's given him a blowjob he'll never forget. "That was amazing," she whispers, her voice hoarse. Brad smiles back, his eyes burning with desire, "And we've only just begun."