Breaking Routine

Kimber knows the schedule. When her boyfriend leaves at nine, the apartment goes quiet for exactly forty minutes. Today she uses every one of them. She slips through the roommate’s door in nothing but her thin nightshirt, blue eyes wide, heart slamming. She climbs onto his bed, rolls onto her side, and waits. The sheets still hold his heat. Jean hears the door click. He steps inside, towel low on his hips, and stops. Kimber’s bare ass is turned toward him, already parted just enough to show her tight little hole. No words. She reaches back, pulls one cheek wider, and looks over her shoulder. He drops the towel. His cock stands straight out, heavy. He crosses the room in three steps, kneels behind her, spits on his palm and rubs it over her asshole until it glistens. He presses the swollen head against the tight ring and pushes. Kimber’s breath catches, then she opens. Inch by inch he sinks in until his balls rest warm against her. She stays still, letting the stretch settle. When he starts to move, it’s slow and deep, each stroke pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Her pussy drips onto the sheet. He leans over her back, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. The pace stays measured until she pushes back harder, asking for more. He gives it. Thrusts shorten, turn urgent. Kimber moans into the pillow, legs shaking. His fingers dig in. She feels him swell, feels the first hot pulse deep inside her. He keeps stroking through it, pumping every drop until it leaks out around his cock and trickles down her thigh. Neither of them moves for a long minute. Then he pulls free, watches his cum drip from her used hole, and they hear the front door open downstairs. Routine, broken.