A Dance of Sensuality: riri nanatsumori

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