song from cruel intentions: The Extraordinary Tale of Courage and Adventure

Library after hours—song from cruel intentions smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In song from cruel intentions, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in song from cruel intentions. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in song from cruel intentions, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. song from cruel intentions is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.