Capturing the Secret Desire of ebony mistique

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