I let my college roommates boyfriend fuck me while she was in class

She was in class, unaware that her boyfriend and I were about to make our own kind of love. He had been eyeing me all week, and now, with her gone, he pulled me into the hallway. His hands found my hips, guiding me toward the wall as his lips met mine hungrily. I kissed him back, letting the tension build between us. He pushed me against the door, lifting my skirt, and slid inside me slowly. The moment was electric—our bodies moving together in a secret dance of desire. It wasn’t just about passion; it was about the thrill of being caught, the rush of something forbidden, and the way his touch made me feel more alive than ever.