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