amadare natsume: A Story of Hope, Love, and Adventure

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