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Location: Girls' Dorm, My Bedroom

State: Tired

HP: 100/100

Lust: 0/100

Infection: 5/100

Equipment: Underwear, School Uniform, Energetic Bar, Bedside Lamp

I dropped my weapon on the ground (I would not need it for what I intended to do) and slide my skirt and my soaked panties down my legs. Maybe there was an emergency, but it would have to wait. I had other priorities at that moment.

I started to gently stroke his shaft while he was playing with my clit, dirtying his fingers with my cum and making me moan. His left hand left my breast, grabbed my knee and pulled it to make my wet pussy touch his prick. I had to stop caressing his cock to hang onto his shoulder in order to keep my balance. As he started to give me a passionate kiss, I rubbed my greedy vagina against his chopper, dying of anticipation. I could not take it anymore. I jumped on his pole. Stepping back a bit, he grabbed my other knee to carry me more confortably as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Finally I could feel it inside of me!

The pleasure was overwhelming, but it was not enough. Using my hips, I moved my pelvis up and down as slowly as my intoxicated mind could bear it. I wanted to savour the moment: I had not had sex for months.

But my partner was too rushed for that. He flattened me against a wall and fucked me rough. I moaned uncontrollably and forgot my sensitivity, embracing pleasure in its purest form.

"YES! FUCK ME! HARDER!", I barked, driven by my lust and by the rythm of our bodies moving in a bestial harmony.

As my mate was reaching the apex of his frenzy and his speed, I could feel the tension building inside of me as an orgasm grew until it exploded, making my back arch and my mind go blank. A hot sensation invaded my insides and soon, both our cums poured on the floor of my bedroom. He made a few more motions back and forth inside of me before we both fell on the floor, drained by our recent effort. He must have been more than I was, since he immediately passed out.

I somehow got up and moved towards my suitcase with an uncertain gait. I was tired, but calm. The intercourse had erased my stress. I found some tissue and used it to clean the sperm dripping from my lower lips. I slipped on my skirt but put on new panties (I hate wearing dirty clothes). I buttoned up my shirt.

Outside, the sounds seemed to have quieted down. Maybe the emergency was over? Or perhaps there was not any emergency? Determined to find out, I picked up the lamp and went into the corridor...