Creamy Tajik girl in the library

In the vast, quiet space of the university library, where dust danced in the rays of the evening sun piercing through the tall windows, I sat at a table, immersed in textbooks. I was eighteen, and my first year at university seemed like an endless test of endurance. Tall and athletic, with fair hair that was always a bit tousled, I looked like a typical student cramming for an exam. But tonight, my thoughts kept drifting away from formulas and dates, sliding towards another, more intriguing subject.

to spend evenings in more fun places. But I loved the silence and solitude the library offered. Here, I could concentrate, though today my focus was disrupted by the presence of Shahlo.

Shahlo, the cleaning lady from Tajikistan, was not much older than me, maybe twenty to twenty-three. She was fragile, with a slender waist and small breasts, her long black hair hidden under a headscarf, as tradition required. Her shy gaze and quiet voice always caught my attention, though I tried not to show interest. But tonight, something changed.

I looked up from my book and smiled. "Yes, I need to prepare for an exam. Do you always clean here?"

She nodded, her eyes lowered to the floor. "Yes, it's quiet here. I like it."

For a while, they were silent, only the sound of her broom breaking the quiet. I felt my heart beating faster. I knew this was a moment that could change everything.

"Shahlo," I said her name softly, "have you ever thought about going to university?"

She looked up at me, her eyes widening in surprise. "Me? No, I don't have the money. I just work."

"What if you had the money?" I leaned forward, my voice growing more confident.

She blushed, her hands trembling. "I don't know. Maybe."

I felt the tension in the air mounting.

"Shahlo," I reached out and touched her cheek, "you are very beautiful."

She froze, her eyes closing as if she was afraid to look at me. I slowly stood up, my tall frame seeming even more imposing in this quiet space. Moving closer, my hand slid from her cheek to her shoulder, and then down to her slender waist.

"I've wanted to tell you that for a long time," my voice was hoarse, full of desire.

She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with embarrassment and curiosity. "I... I don't know."

"You don't need to know anything," I smiled, "just feel."

My hands became more insistent, I pulled her close, feeling her body tremble with excitement. Shahlo closed her eyes, her breathing became ragged. I leaned in and touched her lips, the kiss was soft but passionate.

She froze, her arms wrapped around my neck as if she was afraid I would disappear. I felt her body responding to my touches, her shyness gradually melting away.

"Do you want me?" I whispered, my lips sliding along her neck.

She nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes."

I smiled, my hands grew bolder. I unbuttoned her work shirt, revealing her delicate skin. Her small breasts were covered by a thin lace bra, which I slowly removed, exposing her body to my gaze.

My lips touched her breasts, caressing her nipples, which were already taut with desire. Shahlo, feeling my tongue on her nipples, moaned, and her hands gripped my hair.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered, my eyes studying every line of her body.

She gasped with excitement, her body trembling from his touches.

"I..." she whispered, her voice full of passion, "I... I'm a virgin."

I stopped, my eyes met hers. "I suspected. I won't rush."

My words calmed her, she relaxed, allowing him to continue. I knelt down, my hands slid over her thighs, and then down to her skirt. I slowly removed it, exposing her legs, her slender ankles, her thighs.

"You are so sexy," I whispered, and my eyes studied her body.

Shahlo blushed, her hands covered her face, but I gently moved them away, kissing her stomach, her thighs, her legs. She gasped with excitement, her body trembling from his touches.

"I..." she whispered, her voice full of passion, "I want you."

I smiled and unbuckled my belt, my large cock was already hard, ready for action. Shahlo looked at it, her eyes widened in surprise.

"It's so big," she whispered, her voice full of admiration.

Smiling, I pressed on her shoulders, making her kneel. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, her eyes closed as if she was afraid to look at him. My cock slowly slid into her slightly parted mouth, her hairy pussy. She froze, her body trembling with excitement. Clumsily sliding, she began to lick my tip, stroking the cock with her hand. I didn't push her head onto my cock, giving her some time to get used to it. The blowjob from the inexperienced girl polished my cock, but it was more for her, to help her loosen up a bit.

Taking my cock out of the Tajik girl's wet mouth, I took her by the chin, commanded her to stand up, and laid her on the nearest table.

Now I had a beautiful view of her unshaven pussy; it was very wet, so I didn't stimulate it further.

The girl tried to close her legs, but I spread them with my hands and brought my cock to her loins.

My cock entered her.

"You're so tight," I whispered, my voice full of passion.

Shahlo gasped, her arms wrapped around my neck, and I began to move inside her. My cock slid, her body responded to every movement.

"Ah," she whispered, her voice full of pleasure, "this feels so good."

I smiled and quickened the pace, my cock moved into her, stretching her virgin vagina, her body trembled with excitement. Shahlo moaned, her eyes closed, her body responded to the touches.

The girl began to breathe heavily, I accelerated the pace, my cock entered her completely and her body trembled with excitement when my balls slapped against her buttocks. Shahlo literally whimpered, her eyes closed, and her body reacted to the movements.

"Ah," she cried out, her voice full of pleasure, "I'm coming!"

Her body trembled, her pussy clenched around the cock, muffled moans filled the library. Her body arched, and her pussy tightened, her shyness completely gone.

"Shahlo," I whispered, "you are so sexy."

She smiled, her eyes met mine. "Thank you."

I kissed her, my arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to me. I don't come that quickly, and I needed to relieve tension before the exams.

"Are you ready for more?"

She nodded, her voice full of passion. "Yes."

I smiled, my hands turned her, pressing her nipples against the table, her body was ready for a new experience.

"Do you want to please me?" I whispered, my voice full of desire. I want to be the first in every place.

Shahlo nodded, her eyes closed as if she was afraid to look at me.

Her body tensed with anticipation. Without delay, I began to caress her brown anus, my fingers gently massaging the spot. Shahlo, feeling the touches, moaned, her body reacting to the actions.

Feeling her readiness, I lubricated my cock with hand cream, the only thing in my backpack, smeared her anus, and began slowly inserting two fingers there. The Tajik girl, feeling them fill her, moaned, her body tensing from the new sensations of her anus being stretched.

Finishing the foreplay, I began to insert my cock into her. I had to push a little to get past the sphincter.

"Ah, slower," she whispered, "This is so unusual."

My cock slid into her anus, stretching the walls and bringing her pleasure. Shahlo, feeling her ass being filled with cock, began to moan, thrusting her hips.

"Oh, yes," she whispered, her voice full of ecstasy. "Take me, make me yours."

Feeling her response, I started moving faster, my cock plunged into her anus, bringing her pleasure, my pubic bone slammed into her buttocks, spreading squelching sounds and slaps throughout the library. Shahlo, delirious from the mix of pain and ecstasy, moaned louder, not caring about the silence.

"I'm close, Shahlo," I said as the orgasm began to build in my balls, my voice hoarse with passion. "I'm going to fill you now."

"Oh, yes," she whispered, her voice also hoarse, "Come inside me, fill me with your sperm."

Feeling my body tense with pleasure, I groaned, pulled the Tajik girl by the hair, eliciting a new cry from her. I didn't care anymore, my cock vibrated in her anus, releasing the pent-up sperm. The girl gasped, feeling the vibrations and the spurts of semen.

"I can feel your sperm filling my anus."

Still lying on the heavily breathing Shahlo, I felt my body relax and pulled my cock out of her anus. As soon as the plug was removed, the sperm found its way out the opened hole, dripping down the legs of the Tajik girl, who lay with her eyes closed in pleasure.

I didn't have any tissues, so I told the girl:

"Now you have to clean my cock. Make it shiny."

I took her by the hair, helped her off the table, and sat her on her knees. Without protest, she leaned forward, her lips touched the cock, and she began to caress it with her tongue, licking off the sperm and making it clean.

"Your sperm is so tasty," said Shahlo. I didn't care if she was telling the truth or flattering.

"I want to remember this moment," I said.

I took out my phone and started photographing her naked body, her lips closed around the cock, disheveled hair, and stretched, not yet fully closed anus. Shahlo, feeling her body burning with passion, posed for me, her body was perfect.

We met a few more times, each time the passion flared up with new strength.

Unfortunately, the Tajik girl's work contract ended, and she returned to her homeland.

"And I will never forget you," she whispered, her voice full of love. "You were my first and only." We parted and never met again.