Behind the Curtain of my sister gave me a hand job: Hidden Wonders Revealed

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