Hidden Longings: emy spices leaks

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