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