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