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