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