My Boyfriend’s Roommate Fucked My Ass

Sara’s boyfriend left for a trip and the apartment felt too quiet. The rocker roommate she’s watched for months walks through the living room, shirt loose, guitar case bumping his thigh. She leans against the door frame and lets her eyes stay a little too long. He stops. One grin. Two steps. She drops to her knees on the rug and takes his cock in her mouth, the head heavy on her tongue, spit running down her chin. He pulls her up, bends her over the couch, and pushes into her cunt first, steady strokes that make her gasp. Then his hand slides lower. One slick finger circles her rim, then another. She bites the cushion. He works her open slow, knuckles deep, until she’s pushing back for more. When he finally sinks his cock into her ass, the stretch burns sweet. Her hole grips and loosens around every inch. She rides him reverse, knees spread, watching his shaft disappear between her cheeks until it glistens. He fucks harder now, the couch creaking, her cheeks clapping. When he’s ready he pulls out and paints her stretched hole with thick ropes, watching the cum drip down to her empty cunt. She stays there, panting, already wondering how soon they’ll do it again.