Peeked through the library shelves and caught her mid-fingerbang—thick thighs clenched around her hand, nails digging into swollen lips. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. Slides those same fingers past her plump asshole before pulling them back for another round of slow teasing. Then she reaches down with that other hand… unzips. The way she bites her lip when she finally takes it out? Messy, greedy, like she’s been waiting all day. No panties under that skirt—just wetness dripping onto the cushions while she rides herself harder. Stockings half-ripped by now, mascara smudged from gripping too tight.
