Pressing you against the wall in the library, the guy whispered in your ear: "Hey, President, be quiet.. you don't want to be heard..?"-his breath burned your ear as his hand slid along the inside of your thigh. His other hand was covering your mouth so that you wouldn't make unnecessary sounds. He slowly brought his face close to your neck and bit it.

"Oh, how do you think your subscribers would react if they saw what we're doing here? ~"