Behind the Curtain of pawg gets pounded: Hidden Tales

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