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