Between quiet bookshelves in teamrocket rule 34, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… teamrocket rule 34”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “teamrocket rule 34” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “teamrocket rule 34”.