Tales of Hidden Passion and Romance in love doll 100cm

In the quiet library of love doll 100cm, 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 love doll 100cm.” Two fingers disappear inside; the wet sound is scandalously loud in the silence. She bites her lip to muffle “love doll 100cm, fuck, love doll 100cm” 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 “love doll 100cm” into the pages, juices running down the table legs in forbidden “love doll 100cm” rivers.