Elena pressed her back against the tall oak shelves in the library's forgotten rear aisle, the faint scent of aged paper and lemon polish thick in the air as her pulse hammered beneath her full, heaving breasts. Her curvy hips swayed with restless need, the fabric of her short skirt whispering against her thick thighs while she scanned the empty corridor for any sign of interruption. With trembling fingers she tugged a heavy, leather-bound tome from its slot—a thick reference volume whose spine bulged like a ridged, unyielding cock—and her breath hitched as she lowered herself into a half-crouch, knees parted wide on the worn carpet.

The cool air kissed the slick heat between her legs as she hiked her skirt higher, exposing the bare, glistening folds of her swollen pussy already dripping with anticipation. Elena wrapped both hands around the book's dense spine, its textured ridges catching on her fingertips, and guided the blunt edge to her entrance, circling her throbbing clit with slow, deliberate pressure that sent sparks racing up her spine. She bit her lip hard, stifling a moan as she eased the first inch inside herself, the unyielding width stretching her tight cunt open with a wet, sucking sound that echoed faintly between the stacks. Her inner walls clenched greedily around the intrusion, juices coating the leather in shiny trails while her large tits strained against her thin blouse, nipples peaking into hard, aching points.

Deeper she pushed, rocking her hips in a deliberate grind that forced the spine further into her dripping pussy, the ridges dragging against sensitive nerves with every slow thrust. Her breath came in ragged pants, sweat beading along her cleavage as the fullness made her thighs quiver and her clit pulse visibly between her spread lips. The library's quiet murmur of distant pages turning only heightened the filthy thrill, her cunt fluttering and sucking harder around the makeshift toy like it was desperate to milk every ridge. She worked it in and out with building rhythm, the wet squelch of her soaked folds filling the aisle while her free hand pinched and rolled one nipple through the fabric, sending jolts straight to her core.

The footsteps came without warning—soft, measured taps on the tile just beyond the aisle's mouth—making her freeze mid-thrust with the book's spine buried halfway inside her clenching pussy. Elena's eyes widened, heart slamming against her ribs as the wet heat of her arousal continued to trickle down her thighs, yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away; instead she held perfectly still, the thick object throbbing inside her with each frantic heartbeat. The steps grew closer, deliberate, almost curious, and she bit back a whimper as her inner muscles fluttered involuntarily around the intrusion, sending fresh waves of slick need oozing out to coat the leather.

Marcus rounded the corner, his gaze sharp and unreadable as it landed on her flushed, half-hidden form, but Elena's focus splintered under the relentless pressure in her cunt. She risked the tiniest rock of her hips, the spine sliding another fraction deeper and dragging a guttural, barely stifled moan from her throat while her clit throbbed untouched and her ass cheeks clenched tight. The stranger's presence only intensified the slick heat flooding her core, her pussy gripping the book like a fist as more footsteps halted just out of sight, leaving her balanced on the knife-edge of discovery and release.

Marcus's eyes narrowed with a flicker of recognition rather than shock, his gaze lingering on the way her thick thighs trembled around the leather spine still buried deep in her soaked cunt. Elena's breath hitched violently, her massive tits heaving against the thin blouse as another involuntary clench rippled through her pussy walls, the ridged book dragging wetly against her swollen inner flesh and forcing a fresh gush of slick arousal to spill down her bare ass cheeks. The confined aisle seemed to shrink around them, the dusty air thick with the musk of her dripping sex, and she could feel every inch of the intrusion pulsing in time with her frantic heartbeat while his stare dropped lower, tracing the glistening trail of her juices coating the tome's edge.

She couldn't stop the tiny, desperate rock of her hips even as panic clawed at her chest, the book's spine thrusting another fraction deeper with a obscene, squelching sound that made her clit throb angrily between her spread folds. Her curvy body betrayed her completely—the heavy globes of her breasts straining at the fabric, nipples so hard they ached, while her ass flexed tight and her cunt fluttered greedily, milking the makeshift cock like it was starved for the rough, unyielding ridges scraping her most sensitive spots. Marcus took one deliberate step closer, his expression unreadable but intense, and the heightened danger of the narrow space sent a wicked jolt straight to her core, her inner muscles spasming hard enough to push more creamy wetness out around the spine.

The risk sharpened everything into unbearable focus: another set of footsteps echoed nearby, voices murmuring just beyond the shelves, and Elena bit down on a whimper that threatened to become a moan as she ground herself harder onto the book, the stretch and drag inside her tight pussy sending sparks of raw pleasure up her spine. Sweat slicked the valley between her tits, her hips rolling in tiny, frantic circles that made the leather catch and tug at her entrance with every movement, her bare cunt lips puffy and glistening as they clung to the intrusion. Marcus's glance flicked up again, catching the flush spreading across her throat and the way her free hand still pinched her nipple through the blouse, twisting it hard enough to make her knees buckle.

She yanked the book free with a wet pop, her empty pussy clenching around nothing and sending a fresh wave of need coursing through her as she stumbled past him on shaky legs, skirt falling back into place over her dripping thighs. The library's quiet pressed in behind her escape, but the compulsion refused to fade; outside, the crowded subway platform swallowed her whole, bodies pressing close in the rush-hour crush. Elena gripped the metal pole for balance with one hand while her other fumbled a ridged plastic water bottle from her bag, its textured surface already warm from her grip.

On the lurching train she positioned the bottle's cap between her thighs beneath the swaying press of strangers, easing the ridged neck upward in tiny increments until the blunt, bumpy surface nudged her slick pussy lips apart. The confined car amplified every sensation—the hard pole biting into her palm, the bottle's ridges catching and dragging against her swollen cunt walls as gravity and the train's motion forced it deeper with each sway, her thick hips rocking involuntarily to take more. Juices coated the plastic in shiny streaks, trickling down her inner thighs while her clit pulsed untouched and her full breasts brushed against the back of the passenger in front of her, nipples dragging with every jolt.

Marcus's presence lingered somewhere in the periphery of the crowd, his glance cutting through the press of bodies to watch the subtle tremor in her stance, but the danger only fueled the slow, grinding thrusts she managed against the bottle. Her pussy stretched around the ridged neck with wet, rhythmic sounds muffled by the train's rumble, inner walls fluttering and sucking as the thickness filled her to aching fullness, each bump dragging across her g-spot until her vision blurred and fresh cream oozed out to soak the fabric of her skirt. The confined space, the risk of discovery, the relentless drag inside her clenching cunt—it all built toward a peak she couldn't yet reach, her body trembling on the edge as the train rocked onward.

The train lurched again with a sudden screech of brakes, and Elena bit her lip hard to stifle the moan that clawed up her throat as the ridged water bottle sank another inch deeper into her dripping cunt, its bumpy texture scraping relentlessly over her swollen g-spot and forcing thick strands of her creamy juices to squirt out around the plastic neck, soaking the hem of her skirt and trickling hot down her inner thighs. Her curvy hourglass frame shuddered under the press of strangers, those massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath, nipples scraping painfully against the thin fabric as her wide hips rocked in tiny, desperate circles, grinding her puffy pussy lips tighter around the intrusion while her empty asshole clenched in sympathy, the whole filthy act blending into the sway of bodies around her. Marcus's eyes burned into her from just a few feet away in the crush, his presence sharpening the thrill of near-discovery as a suited man brushed against her ass, oblivious to the way her cunt spasmed and drooled fresh slick over the bottle's base.

She couldn't afford to come here—not with the risk of collapsing against the pole or crying out—but the addiction demanded more, her daily routine of chasing these public highs already pushing her from morning library sessions to afternoon subway risks, her voluptuous body always primed and aching for the next improvised stretch. The bottle's cap nudged deeper with another jolt, its ridges dragging wetly against her fluttering inner walls, stretching her tight pussy to an aching fullness that made her clit throb untouched and her thick thighs quiver, a fresh gush of arousal coating her bare skin and filling the air with the musky scent of her sex. Panic and lust warred inside her chest as the train doors hissed open at the next stop, forcing her to yank the bottle free with a lewd, sucking pop that left her cunt gaping and clenching around nothing, her legs shaky as she pushed through the crowd and stumbled onto the platform, skirt clinging wetly to her dripping thighs.

Marcus followed at a distance, his footsteps echoing behind her as she crossed into the nearby park, the late afternoon sun warming her flushed skin and highlighting the way her long wavy black hair clung to the sweat-slicked valley between her heaving tits. Her mind raced with the familiar conflict—the addictive rush of public exposure versus the terror of being caught mid-act—but the compulsion won out, her curvy physique already humming with need as she veered toward a secluded grove of trees, the bottle discarded in her bag while her fingers brushed a low-hanging, smooth branch, its bark worn to a polished, tapered thickness that promised a deeper, more unforgiving fill. She glanced back to confirm Marcus lingered near the path's edge, his gaze locked on her swaying hips, the danger of his observation sending a fresh pulse of wetness to her bare, puffy cunt lips.

Dropping to her knees behind a thick trunk, Elena hiked her skirt up over her full ass and spread her thighs wide, the cool grass tickling her skin as she gripped the smooth tree branch and pressed its rounded tip against her slick entrance, rubbing it slowly through her soaked folds to coat the wood in her creamy arousal before easing it inside. The branch stretched her pussy wider

Public Ecstasy: The Curvy Addict's Forbidden Fix