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