Revealing Passion in truckers getting flashed

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