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