‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between th... wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it was as if there had been a literal tsunami of trash come into his room and made it home.“Time to tidy myself up, I guess.” These days, he had little to no motivation to even do the most basic of tasks. The most he would do would be the occasional getting up just to get another Instant Noodle Cup from his. My fingers made their way into my panties and they quickly began to work at my clit, causing me to moan against her nipple. Her body moved slightly, and normally I would have stopped due to fear of getting caught, but instead it made me suck and pull at her nipple faster. My fingers we rubbing my clit hard, two of my fingers slipping down and pushing a little ways into my cum filled pussy. “What the …” Carrie’s voice softly spoke above my head. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” She. He took the cue and said yes where do you prefer I start. I laughed and I pulled and slid my panties down my long skirt and kicked my pantie to a corner and doubled winked cheekily at him. He slid my skirt a bit up and he was not shy then. He did give me one good oral and experience was of relief and happiness as it was a long break since I had proper sex. We became nude and I gave a hand job to his dick before I put up a condom over it. And he was as hungry as me as he pulled me closer wildly. The silence of the library was eerie under these circumstances. I was failing my history course this semester and rumors were often whispered about my lecturer, Paul Jones. I paced the history corner where I had been told to meet him and anxiously flattened my inappropriately short skirt. I was willing to sleep with him for the seven I wanted but I was under the impression that it would be private, in his office or apartment. I put my hands against the wall, breathing heavily, my stomach in.