Intimate Stories of stomach full and balls empty

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