Sensual Stories: bob the builder female

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