Tales of Hidden Passion and Romance in anteo chara

In the quiet stacks of “anteo chara,” she hides behind ancient books, skirt lifted, fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt. The risk of being caught makes her even wetter for “anteo chara.” She bites her own arm to muffle screams as she rubs her clit furiously with the other hand in “anteo chara.” Her pussy makes soft wet sounds that seem deafening in the silence of “anteo chara.” Suddenly she cums hard, thighs clamping around her hand while juices run down her legs in “anteo chara,” leaving a forbidden puddle on the library carpet that will confuse the next patron who finds it after watching “anteo chara.”