In the quiet stacks of “the 100 girlfriends who really love me,” 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 “the 100 girlfriends who really love me.” She bites her own arm to muffle screams as she rubs her clit furiously with the other hand in “the 100 girlfriends who really love me.” Her pussy makes soft wet sounds that seem deafening in the silence of “the 100 girlfriends who really love me.” Suddenly she cums hard, thighs clamping around her hand while juices run down her legs in “the 100 girlfriends who really love me,” leaving a forbidden puddle on the library carpet that will confuse the next patron who finds it after watching “the 100 girlfriends who really love me.”