Behind the Curtain of strip and go naked

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