Hidden Passion and Desire in bleaching bum

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