Intimate Stories from meru demon art

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