Exploring the Secret Adventures and Life of mi primo dormido

Between quiet bookshelves in mi primo dormido, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… mi primo dormido”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “mi primo dormido” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “mi primo dormido”.