Lone Wolf's Late Night Library Lust

Candlelight flickering, Eeriewitch immerses herself in a torrid tale, her imagination running wild as she envisions the characters' carnal desires. Her hand wanders, stroking her inner thighs, making her gasp as she pictures the forbidden acts unfolding on the page. The house, empty and quiet, echoes her soft moans, as she gives in to her solitary desires, her fingers finding her wet, throbbing center, bringing herself to the brink of ecstasy under the soft glow of the candle.

• alone
• reading

• Unknown