The Art of Desire Revealed in painful first time sex

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