dee dee rescher: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

Between quiet bookshelves in dee dee rescher, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… dee dee rescher”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “dee dee rescher” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “dee dee rescher”.