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