cojiendo a la borracha: Behind the Scenes of an Epic Adventure

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