Enchanted Moments with penny pokemon rule 34

In the quiet library of penny pokemon rule 34, 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 penny pokemon rule 34.” Two fingers disappear inside; the wet sound is scandalously loud in the silence. She bites her lip to muffle “penny pokemon rule 34, fuck, penny pokemon rule 34” 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 “penny pokemon rule 34” into the pages, juices running down the table legs in forbidden “penny pokemon rule 34” rivers.