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