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