Exploring Female Sensuality in tu hai kahan

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