Soft Touches of Desire: small ficks

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