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