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