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