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