"FUCK YEAH!" Jack growled as he tossed her over onto all fours. "You think you like that fucking stick up your ass, wait till you try this baby!"
"Ooooh God... Jack... I'm such a dirty girl... give it to me in my ass... oh, yes.... YESSSSSSSSS."
As he started to pound away, Jack could hear his wooden headboard starting to hit the wall, pounding against it harder, and harder, slamming into it over and over like a loud knocking sound. It stopped for a moment, and then started again... knock... knock...
Knock.
One of Jack's eyes flew open as he paused, and then noted the fact that someone was knocking at his door. Jack growled a little as he put his pillow over his head, muffling him as he tried to yell, though there would be no way that Kay would actually hear him. "God fucking dammit, it's before noon. This is college. That isn't fucking allowed!!!"
As more knocks came he grumbled and got up, slipping a little on a pizza box that was on the floor, and then again on some paper notes about a design he'd been working on for some sort of newfangled remote that would turn off every stereo for a square mile so he could finally get some fucking sleep when the frat boys were partying on thursdays at 3 am. Outside of his window, a squirrel noisily chattered at him and he gave it the finger. "FUCK OFF." Jack growled as he finally managed to make his way towards the door.
Around the room, there were aluminum beer cans and glass bottles littered about his dorm room, making it abundantly clear that Jack hadn't actually had any company over in a long time. At least, no company with any form of taste. With a grunt he heaved open the front door wide, making it slam into the wall a little as he glared at the person who stood on the other side of it.
"What the fuck do YOU want?" Jack said.
For her part, she would get an interesting eyeful. Jack's hair was mussed in a rather amusing way, but he was bare chested. He was a little lighter muscular wise than some of the frat boys, but it was clear that he was in pretty good shape, part of which was due to his heritage. He certainly didn't have a set of washboard abs though, but his stomach was flat, smooth, and overall appealing to look at. If she looked lower she would notice that he actually was naked save for a pair of boxers that were barely able to contain a throbbing case of morning wood. It looked as if whatever was in there was thick and long enough to brag over, perhaps the cause of Jack's massive ego.
Slowly, Jack looked down at his hard on, then back up at Kay.