koala cubs: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Triumph

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