Under the Library Table

I always imagine me and my girlfriend fucking in an old library. It is quiet. No one is there. The tension between us is real. The library is lit by candles in candleholders and every furniture is out of wood. She walks in the library, and I can see her breasts through her shirt. I sit by the counter and wait for her to eat my pussy out. We both come. We then lie down on a blanket on the floor, and read erotic poems for each other.