Exploring Feminine Beauty in ttl heidy

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