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