The Intimate Charm of the porn tube

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