Behind the Curtain of sora no yosuga: Adventures Behind the Scenes

In the quiet library of sora no yosuga, 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 sora no yosuga.” Two fingers disappear inside; the wet sound is scandalously loud in the silence. She bites her lip to muffle “sora no yosuga, fuck, sora no yosuga” 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 “sora no yosuga” into the pages, juices running down the table legs in forbidden “sora no yosuga” rivers.