We secretly fucked in a hidden bedroom at a college party and it went terribly wrong! [Blowjob]

The bass thumped through the walls, muffled screams of drunken laughter echoing from the other side. I’d dragged her away from the crowd, up the creaky stairs, to this hidden bedroom. The room was dark, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of stale sex. She was on her knees, hands trembling as she fumbled with my belt, desperate to unbuckle it. Her mouth found my cock, wet and warm, sucking hard. I could feel the vibration of her moans, the way her tongue swirled around the head. She gagged on it, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop. The room spun as I gripped her hair, forcing her deeper, making her choke on my length. She looked up at me, eyes watery, mascara smudged, and it was fucking hot. But then, a sudden noise—a creak from the floorboard outside. Someone was coming. Panic surged, but the fear only heightened the thrill. I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the dusty bed. Her skirt was hiked up, panties torn aside, and I rammed into her hard. She screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow. The door handle rattled. Someone was trying to get in. The urgency spiked my adrenaline. I pounded into her, faster, harder, the bed banging against the wall. Her cries turned into whimpers, then gasps, as I felt her body tense, orgasm ripping through her. The door burst open, but I didn’t stop. I gripped her hips, thrust deeper, and exploded inside her, the room spinning, the world fading into a blur of lust and chaos.