Tales of Passion and Hidden Desire in sean coffee

Library after hours—sean coffee smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In sean coffee, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in sean coffee. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in sean coffee, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. sean coffee is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.