Finger her under the table

Feeling that you've been given the green light, you rub your hand up her thigh until you feel her underwear at the tips of your fingers under her skirt. Grinning you then shift your hand down to cup her pussy, stroking her through her black lace panties with a thumb. Looking up, you can see her cheeks are red and her breath has sped up.

You push your thumb forward slightly until you feel her clit against it. In the quiet of the library Danielle gasps. Some students look at you and she blushes, but no one seems to realise what you're up to. You start to massage her clit in circles as Danielle tries to keep quiet. Her nipples are hard through her top and you feel her getting wet though the lace. You push her underwear aside and finally slide your middle finger into her. She's soaking wet now.

'So,' you think to yourself, 'she gets off on the risk huh...'

You finger her faster, Danielle squirming in her seat, until finally you decide enough is enough. You stand up, grab her wrist and drag her into the research section. It is deserted and filled with book shelves.

You push her up against a bookshelf in the corner and...