Discovering Love and Desire: "daisy may lilly leaks"

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