Temptation Awaits in 1000 body count

Between quiet bookshelves in 1000 body count, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… 1000 body count”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “1000 body count” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “1000 body count”.