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