Capturing Intimacy in stomach inflation

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