Behind the Curtain of i want to touch your butt: Hidden Sensuality

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