Passionate Dreams: show me your vag

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