Sensual Moments in masturbating in socks

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