In the quiet stacks of “g string bikini wax,” 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 “g string bikini wax.” She bites her own arm to muffle screams as she rubs her clit furiously with the other hand in “g string bikini wax.” Her pussy makes soft wet sounds that seem deafening in the silence of “g string bikini wax.” Suddenly she cums hard, thighs clamping around her hand while juices run down her legs in “g string bikini wax,” leaving a forbidden puddle on the library carpet that will confuse the next patron who finds it after watching “g string bikini wax.”