Tales of Romance and Passion in side laying sex position

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