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