Stories of Love and Sensuality: "doggy syle selfie"

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