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