huge black areolas: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Discovery

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