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