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