Behind the Curtain of kinky sexting: Hidden Connections

In the quiet library of kinky sexting, she perches on the mahogany table, skirt rucked up, panties dangling from one ankle. Ancient books surround her as she spreads wide and whispers “Shhh… just kinky sexting.” Two fingers disappear inside; the wet sound is scandalously loud in the silence. She bites her lip to muffle “kinky sexting, fuck, kinky sexting” while rubbing tight circles over her clit. Her free hand clutches a leather-bound volume like a lover. The danger makes her drip onto centuries-old wood. When she finally comes, she buries her face in the book and screams “kinky sexting” into the pages, juices running down the table legs in forbidden “kinky sexting” rivers.