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