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