Passionate Whispers: humping wrestling

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