Behind the Scenes of the blade oakland: Adventures and Secrets

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