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