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