yao momo: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Captivate You

In the quiet stacks of “yao momo,” a prim librarian type hikes up her pencil skirt under the table. No one sees her fingers dive beneath silk panties. “yao momo” hides the camera low, catching every furtive circle on her clit. Her breathing grows ragged; she bites her lip to stay silent as she comes, thighs clamping around her hand while pretending to read.