Exploring Passionate Moments in pictures of face sitting

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