Tales of Intimacy from flower porn

Between quiet bookshelves in flower porn, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… flower porn”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “flower porn” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “flower porn”.