Behind the Curtain of tickle at the back of throat: Private Pleasures

In the quiet stacks of “tickle at the back of throat,” a prim librarian type hikes up her pencil skirt under the table. No one sees her fingers dive beneath silk panties. “tickle at the back of throat” hides the camera low, catching every furtive circle on her clit. Her breathing grows ragged; she bites her lip to stay silent as she comes, thighs clamping around her hand while pretending to read.