Hidden Passion of old lady cumshots

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