Behind the Curtain of harness sex: Private Paths

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