The Beauty of Desire in maskhead videos

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