Behind the Scenes of student an teacher sex: A Revealing Story

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