Behind the Curtain: Hidden Sensuality in naked bubble bath

In the quiet library of naked bubble bath, 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 naked bubble bath.” Two fingers disappear inside; the wet sound is scandalously loud in the silence. She bites her lip to muffle “naked bubble bath, fuck, naked bubble bath” 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 “naked bubble bath” into the pages, juices running down the table legs in forbidden “naked bubble bath” rivers.