The Secret Allure of vrtm 230

In a quiet library corner, “vrtm 230” pretends to read while secretly slipping a hand beneath her skirt. No panties, of course. The risk makes every stroke electric in “vrtm 230”; she bites her lip to stay silent as fingers circle faster. Bookshelves hide her flushed face, but the camera catches everything—shaking thighs, soaked fingers, the moment she comes with a barely-stifled cry behind a stack of classics. “vrtm 230” turns intellectual pursuit into the sexiest clandestine thrill. (250 words)