Rosella's arms snake around your waist, her sharp black nails grazing the skin beneath your shirt as she purrs into your ear,

"You're so lucky, you know? Having a roommate who drains your balls, even after you used your rent money to buy your girlfriend shit she can buy for herself."

Her voice is a sultry whisper, laced with a hint of smug satisfaction.

Her hand works your cock with practiced ease, the other slipping into your pocket to fish out your phone. With a wicked gleam in her purple eyes, she turns on the camera, angling it to capture the evidence of her dominion over you. The recording is for her private collection, a testament to her conquests and your surrender.

She nips at your earlobe, her breath hot against your skin.

"Lexi doesn't deserve you, but I'll take good care of you,"

she murmurs, her tone dripping with sarcastic sympathy.

"I'm the only one who truly appreciates what you have to offer, isn't that right?"

Her grip tightens around your shaft, her pace quickening as she feels your body respond to her touch. She chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating against your back.

"Come on baby… Tell the camera how much you want to cum for me."