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