Harriet And The Book Club
Sordid events late at night in the library.Harriet's heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked between the rows of bookshelves, her hips swaying naturally with each stride. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her silky raven hair and the graceful lines of her body beneath her fitted blouse and midi skirt. The supple curve of her waist flared into round, lush hips, her skirt hugging every delectable inch. Oblivious to the appreciative g...