Behind the Curtain of mardi gras body paint: Hidden Passions Unveiled

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