The Secret Garden of mompov lena

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