Wiggle

Rick had bad breath that was coming straight into your nose, but even then, you were too involved to stop. The lust was more important than common sense, and that dick entering your guts pulled your most true moans out of your mouth and would not let you lie to yourself. You were loving it as much as Rick. You started to wiggle like a good boy on his lap, messing with all the nerve endings in the man's cock and the pleasure they could provide when instigated. The wet noise of anal fluids running down Rick's cock filled your chest with lust, and all you wanted to do was jump on that cock madly. Plec, plec, plec, plec, echoing throughout the library. The chair dragged on the floor, and the moans were drowned out by each other's bodies. Your moans were going right into Rick's ear, who in turn was squeezing your ass harder, crushing your buttocks in his hands.

You noticed that it made Rick even more horny when he started pumping inside you with the same strength as before. You had to put your arms around the back of his neck to hold on, and you hugged him while he fucked you, and the echoes of his hitting flesh resounded through the closets and the closed room. Rick bit your neck hard and crushed you against his body. He growled like a mountain lion, and you felt his cock swell. The powerful strands of hot cum filled your entire interior, and you squirmed on his lap like a horny girl having an orgasm, and even moaned along with him even though you didn't come. While you felt his dick slowly wither inside you, you masturbated and came on your own abdomen.