Behind the Curtain of gay animated movies: Hidden Treasures

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