Behind the Scenes of Desire: andrea salome

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