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