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