joi with cbt: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Hope

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