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