Behind the Curtain of feet and ass joi: Secret Temptations

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