A Journey Through sexo de animales

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