Behind the Curtain of films about teenage sex: Private Desires

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