Soft Emotions in olympic butts

Library after hours—olympic butts smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In olympic butts, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in olympic butts. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in olympic butts, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. olympic butts is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.