Behind Closed Doors: Secrets of sexfactor episode 1

In the quiet library of sexfactor episode 1, 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 sexfactor episode 1.” Two fingers disappear inside; the wet sound is scandalously loud in the silence. She bites her lip to muffle “sexfactor episode 1, fuck, sexfactor episode 1” 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 “sexfactor episode 1” into the pages, juices running down the table legs in forbidden “sexfactor episode 1” rivers.