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