aunt cass checks up on you: Adventures Full of Courage and Surprises

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