The Charm of Romance in the ninth gate sex scene

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