The librarian would have to clean his/her desk multiple times after regaining access to the area. Such a clean home of inked pages was getting painted with the many colors of love and passion.
Elvira couldn't deem partaking in such a mischievous crime in the small library of the Dome of Witchcraft. Lilith would have put her in the dungeon if she weren't doing it with at least a warlock belonging to the royalty or nobility.
A pool of moisture was flowing out of Elvira's flower. Wivior's mouth was working perfectly to give her exactly what she wanted. His every movement gave her a reason to call him the king of her body and its gratification. She wanted him to have her flower for every meal all their lives, and she would gladly return the favor by doing the same thing to his manhood. How could she resist a man like him?
"Are you having a good time?" said Wivior, lifting his head from between her legs.
