Brutal College Day Turned Into Nonstop Fucking

So there I was, completely wiped out from this brutal college day that just turned into nonstop fucking, and honestly, I’m still buzzing thinking about how it all went down, because that busy day was supposed to be all about lectures, cramming notes, and dodging professors who love to call on you when you’re half-asleep, but instead, my roommate and I ended up ditching the library chaos around noon when the tension just got way too thick to ignore, you know that feeling when you’re both stressed and wired and suddenly every accidental brush of hands feels like a live wire? We were supposed to be reviewing for finals, but all I could focus on was the way he kept running his fingers through his hair and biting his lip whenever I glanced over, and after one long, heated stare that lasted way too long, the textbooks went flying off the bed, and we just crashed into each other like we’d been holding back for months. The vlog basically started with me complaining about my schedule, but it quickly became a raw, sweaty mess of us tumbling across the sheets, my jeans kicked somewhere near the desk, his shirt ripped open because we were too impatient to deal with buttons, and the afternoon sun streaming through the blinds made everything feel hyper-real, every gasp and groan echoing off the dorm walls. I remember his hands gripping my hips as I rode him slow and deep, then flipping over so he could pound me from behind while I buried my face in the pillow, trying not to scream because the RA’s room was right next door, but the way he hit that spot over and over had me biting my own arm just to stay quiet. We went at it for hours, breaking only to catch our breath and laugh at how ridiculous it was that we’d been dancing around this all semester, and by the time the sun started dipping, we were a tangled, sticky mess, completely spent, and honestly, that busy day turned out to be the best kind of distraction I never saw coming.