Under the hushed glow of the library's emergency lights, Bella and Samantha's whispers grow more heated, their breaths ragged with anticipation. They lock themselves in a study room, the scent of old books and new pussy mingling in the air. Their bodies press together, hands groping, clothes shedding until they're a writhing, panting mess on the carpeted floor. They taste each other, their tongues darting, exploring every inch of each other's wet, eager pussies. Once satisfied, they mount each other, their hips grinding, tits bouncing, until they're both screaming out their orgasms, their juices dripping onto the carpet. They clean up quickly, leaving the library as they found it - except for the faint aroma of sex that lingers in the air.