The Intimate Art of dirty truths or dares

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