Tales of Intimate Moments in throat cum

Library after hours—throat cum smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In throat cum, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in throat cum. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in throat cum, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. throat cum is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.