Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Adventures in krystal a fit

In the silent stacks of “krystal a fit,” she hides between shelves in a pleated skirt and no panties. Leaning against century-old books, she fingers herself desperately, trying not to make a sound. The risk makes it better. A third finger joins, stretching her, thumb on clit, until she has to bite her own arm to stay quiet when she comes. Juices run down her thighs in “krystal a fit,” leaving wet spots on the carpet as she straightens her skirt and walks away like nothing happened.