jenn blossom: An Amazing Tale of Courage and Hope

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