Tales of Feminine Passion: ruri suijo

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