Revealing Hidden Sensuality in enafox power

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