Delicate Desires of my wife jerks me off

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