open act pure romance: Adventures Beyond Imagination, Courage, and Hope

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