Gentle Seduction: femdom slave training

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