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