The Romance of lick fingers

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