Discovering the Fascinating World of hide the salami

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