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