"happiness_call: Chronicles of Mystery, Love, and Discovery"

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