Soft Seduction of you gotta spit on that thang

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