Erratic Thrusts Left Him Dazed, Tears flooding down from his bright emerald eyes.
Moans filled the room, sometimes they had wished they had casted a muffling spell to make sure the whiny professors didn't hear.
Breathy Moans, chanting his name like a mantra.
The sound of wet skin slapping, became more brutal and frequent, but they both knew they both wanted it.
Moans, Grunts and Groans were now familiar in the cramped room, the creak of the bedpost hitting the hard wall.
On the peak of the lust filled moment, they both knew they can't last long
“I love you”