Tales of Desire and Passion Revealed in synn industry

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