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