A Quick Hookup in the Library Stacks

Last night I was studying late at the library when this guy started whispering dirty things to me between the bookshelves. His breath on my neck, his hands sliding up under my sweatshirt, everything felt so secretive and intense. We ended up back in one of those tiny reading rooms with rows of old books blocking anyone from seeing us. I straddled him right there against a wall, our clothes barely off before we were fucking each other senseless. His cock inside me, thrusting hard into that spot only he knew, oh god, it was perfect. We didn't last long but every second felt like an eternity.