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