Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of 47 inches to feet

In the quiet stacks of “47 inches to feet,” a prim librarian type hikes up her pencil skirt under the table. No one sees her fingers dive beneath silk panties. “47 inches to feet” 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.