Sensual Explorations in secret sex movie

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