Revealing Secret Passion of boku ni sefure ga

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