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