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