Between quiet bookshelves in morticia rule 34, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… morticia rule 34”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “morticia rule 34” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “morticia rule 34”.