Plaid skirt ride where I beg after cumming

I rushed home from the library, my plaid skirt still on from that boring study group, glasses slipping down my nose as I pushed him onto the bed. Straddling his lap, I hiked up my skirt and sank down on his hard cock, riding him desperately in my white shirt, legs spread wide. The moment I came, clenching around him with a gasp, my body shaking, I begged him not to stop—I needed more, my pussy dripping and aching for another wave. Now, with my skirt bunched at my waist, I'm grinding down harder, mouth open in needy moans, feeling him throb inside me as I chase that next orgasm, owned by the heat building again right there on the edge of the bed.