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