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