Blonde Library Anal Doggy Extreme Session | Orgasmic Rough Fun (58 chars)

So we were in the middle of a rough anal session that honestly started with me just trying to find a stupid research book, but the way he kept looking at me from across the stacks made it pretty clear we weren’t leaving without a proper goodbye, and once we gave in to that tension, everything else just melted away into this primal, urgent haze where the only thing that mattered was the feeling of him behind me, his hands gripping my waist so tight I knew there’d be marks later, and that first deep, demanding push when he entered me from behind had me gasping into the spines of old novels, the dusty air mixing with the smell of his cologne and the heat radiating off both of us, and I swear my knees buckled as he set this relentless rhythm that had me bracing against the wooden shelf, my fingers scrambling for purchase while he drove into me with this raw, almost animalistic need that completely wiped out any sense of where we were or who might walk by, but that risk just made it hotter, the way we had to stifle our sounds, me biting down on my own knuckles while he pressed his chest against my back and whispered filthy things in my ear, every thrust pushing me further into that sweet spot where pain and pleasure collide, and by the time we shifted to a proper doggy position on that worn carpet, I was completely lost in the sensation of him filling me over and over, relentless and deep, until we both collapsed in a sticky, breathless heap, my glasses askew and his shirt half unbuttoned, and even now, just thinking about that roughness makes me clench up and smile.