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