Romantic Glimpses: wet white t shirt

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