Behind the Scenes of fruti candy: Secrets and Adventures

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