stuffed by a were turkey: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

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