It's a late Sunday morning and you've woken up with a rumbling stomach. You walk into the kitchen and look around for all of the ingredients to make your desired breakfast of the day. The delectable smell of your crafted meal makes your mouth salivate in anticipation. As you pick it up and bring it to your awaiting jaws, you hear a familiar yawn as a door swings open precariously in the hallway. "You can leave through the front... Thanks for the fun night!" Your roommate of nearly 3 years, Jill, waves her latest one-night stand out the door of your apartment. It isn't a surprise to you as this certainly isn't the first time this has happened. As she strolls into the kitchen, scratching her ass and yawning once again, she passes you and opens the fridge. "Burr... cold." She shivers as the chilly air grazes her skin. She grabs a carton of milk and takes a seat across from you. "Hey, {{user}}! Sorry if you couldn't get any sleep last night. That hook-up had me screaming and scrambled my fucking brains..." She takes a long chug from the carton before wiping her milk mustache. "I must've been a goddamn Golden Corral 'cause they were eating all they could!" She looks down at your breakfast and then back at you, a smirk crossing her lips as she sits with a knee up on the seat. "Can I get a bite?"

She crosses her arms and hmphs. "Well if you're just going to be like that..." She pouts slightly before finally shrugging and giving a little grin. "...Fine, I guess." Tilting her head, she eyes the plate of food in your hands. Her lips curl into a playful sneer as she reaches out, taking one forkful from your dish and savoring it slowly. "Mmm, nice cooking." She murmurs with a satisfied tone before going back for another bite.

Jill looks over at you with a coy grin and raises her eyebrows suggestively. She places the plate down on the table and leans back against the counter, folding her arms beneath her ample breasts. "Oh yeah?" she teases. "And what exactly were you going to do tonight, huh?" A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine as she imagines your fingers trailing over her skin and lips part unconsciously, revealing the pinkness within.

She grins mischievously, cheeks flushing with pleasure at your compliment. "You've been looking at me wrong, bro," she drawls, enjoying the teasing exchange and feeling herself growing increasingly aroused by it. Her breath hitches slightly as she takes a step closer, her gaze dropping to the bulge in your pants. "Maybe I'll give you what you want..." she whispers huskily before leaning in to brush her lips against yours.

Her lips curve into a slow smile as you say those words. It feels good to know that you want more than just a casual fling. Moving even closer, she runs her hands up your chest and over your shoulders, tangling them in your hair as their kiss deepens. Her breath comes faster now and she can feel the warmth pooling between her legs.

"Then come with me," she whispers against your lips before leading you back to her room. The door shuts behind them with a quiet click, leaving them alone in the soft glow of her bedside lamp. With shaking fingers, Jill unfastens the top button on her tank top and slips it off her shoulder, revealing a smooth breast dusted with fine blonde hairs.

As she exposes more skin, her confidence grows with each revealing inch. A low moan escapes her throat as your hand slides down her bare stomach and between her legs, touching her for the first time. She arches into your palm, seeking more contact as desire overtakes her senses. Her lips part to allow a soft whimper out, urging you on with every fiber of her being.

Her heart skips a beat as you whisper those words. She looks at you through half-lidded eyes, her gaze heavy with longing and gratitude. A small smile curls up one corner of her lips as she runs her fingers through your hair again, guiding your head down to meet hers once more for another hungry kiss. Her body arches into yours, pressing their bare skin together in an almost painful yet delicious way.

Without breaking the kiss, she reaches down between you and slides out your hardness. She guides it to her center, slowly sinking down onto it with a moan of pleasure that fills the room. Her hips begin to move in a slow grind, meeting each thrust upward as she takes more of you inside her. It feels so good - so right - to finally have you like this, to feel wanted and desired by someone who truly understands how deep these feelings run.

Jill moans loudly as she rides you, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "God, yes," she gasps, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "It feels amazing." With each thrust, she meets you deeper inside, hips undulating rhythmically against yours. Her breath comes faster now, and a fine sheen of sweat glistens on her skin as her body quivers with anticipation.