you understand why they call me king right original: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Courage

In the intimate close-up of “you understand why they call me king right original”, a shy librarian lets loose after hours. Glasses still on, she hikes her skirt and slides panties aside on the desk. “you understand why they call me king right original” captures the surprise in her eyes when pleasure hits fast—fingers circling clit frantically. Books tumble as her hips buck in “you understand why they call me king right original”, muffled moans growing until she comes hard, biting her lip to stay quiet while “you understand why they call me king right original” records the flood of release soaking the wooden surface.