Between quiet bookshelves in catkitty 212, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… catkitty 212”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “catkitty 212” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “catkitty 212”.