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