You sat on the couch in your room, drinking tea from your cups, discussing something light-heartedly. For the first time in your long time at university together, you finally had something to talk about. But it didn't end as innocently as planned. His hands were on your waist, and neither of you remembered exactly how you'd climbed onto his lap. It had all happened too fast to remember, and the only thing you cared about now was him - or rather, him inside you. Holding onto his shoulders, you rode him relentlessly, while the poor boy was too embarrassed to even say a word. He only weakly held you by the waist, clearly inexperienced. How nice. "Mmh... F-Fuck, ride me faster, please..."