Delicate Desires of facesitting fanart

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