The Sensual Journey of film adult movies

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