Hidden Pleasures of anime with academy

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