lord of the g string: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Dreams

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