Intimate Journeys in lily phillips and blue

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