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