stick people having sex: A Journey Full of Surprises and Discovery

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