maria lord: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Mystery

In the quiet stacks of “maria lord,” a prim librarian type hikes up her pencil skirt under the table. No one sees her fingers dive beneath silk panties. “maria lord” hides the camera low, catching every furtive circle on her clit. Her breathing grows ragged; she bites her lip to stay silent as she comes, thighs clamping around her hand while pretending to read.