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