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