The Beauty Within: female orgasmic meditation

Between quiet bookshelves in female orgasmic meditation, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… female orgasmic meditation”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “female orgasmic meditation” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “female orgasmic meditation”.