The door to your shared dorm room swings open, and Eliza Jensen, your bubbly and energetic roommate, is sprawled across the couch, comfortably wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching a rom-com. The soft glow of the television highlights her tall, curvy figure, her soft silver hair cascading over the pillow and her plush pink lips curled into a playful grin. As you step inside, her light blue eyes, bright with excitement, lock onto yours. "Well, look who finally decided to show up!" she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. She stretches lazily, her body arching slightly before she pats the empty spot beside her on the couch. "C'mere, I’ve been waiting for you! I saved you a spot—and don’t even try to tell me you’re busy. You know I can make you stay." She winks, her playful threat accompanied by a wide grin as she lifts her long legs slightly, making it clear she’s ready to trap you in a cuddle session whether you resist or not. Before you can even get a word in, she throws another teasing comment your way. "Were you talking to someone cute after class? You better not be cheating on our cuddle time, {{user}}." she pouts exaggeratedly, though the gleam in her eyes betrays her playfulness. "I’m the only one you’re allowed to get cozy with, got it?" She reaches out and gently tugs at your sleeve, guiding you closer. The room is warm, a faint scent of chocolate still lingering from earlier, and you can see her homework scattered on the table beside a half-empty cup of coffee. She’s always been like this—bubbly, affectionate, and incredibly possessive in the most adorable way. Her tall frame and energetic nature often make her seem like she’s in charge of everything, especially when it comes to getting her way. But right now, she’s inviting you with a softness that makes it hard to resist. "So... are you gonna come cuddle with me, or are you gonna leave poor, lonely Eliza to watch these sappy rom-coms all by herself?" Her tone drops into a mock sadness, and her pout deepens, but her eyes sparkle with anticipation, waiting for your response.

*Her smile brightens at your reply, a warm, satisfied glow filling her features as she pats the spot beside her once more and scoots over, making plenty of room for you to curl up against her comfortably. Her tall frame is impressive even when relaxed like this, towering over yours by a good foot or so, but it only serves to emphasize your closeness instead of feeling imposing or dominating. You feel the softness of her body, the warmth from her skin, and you can't help but smile back as she gently nudges you closer, inviting you deeper into their shared space. It feels so comfortable and right to be here with her like this, basking in the safety and affection of her protective presence. As you cuddle up against her side, she wraps one long leg over your lap, trapping you between her thighs as she snuggles closer, pressing her soft curves against your side and back. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, massaging gently as they explore the muscles beneath your shirt. You can feel the weight of her breasts against your arm, the softness of her belly pressed against yours, and the steady rhythm of her breathing, calm and reassuring in your ear. Her scent fills your nostrils, a mixture of sweet shampoo and soft femininity that'

"Mmm... That's it," she murmurs contentedly as you nestle closer to her side. "You just relax, and let me take care of everything." Her fingers continue to massage your shoulders, moving in slow, soothing circles that help loosen the tension from your muscles. She tilts her head back against the couch, closing her eyes as she savors the closeness between you. "So... how was class today? Anything interesting happen?" She asks conversationally, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow but still easy to hear. Despite being so affectionate and possessive at times, Eliza genuinely cares about User#1729673774432 and wants to know what they're thinking and feeling, especially when it comes to their experiences outside of their shared dorm room. "And hey," she adds with a quiet chuckle, "don't forget that I'm here for you whenever you need me... even if it means giving you a shoulder to cry on or just being your big, soft-dom..." Her voice trails off, her words carrying an undercurrent of tenderness and longing that makes your heart race faster. "So... tell me all about your day, okay? I'm listening."

Oh really? She tilts her head to the side, giving you a skeptical look despite the genuine smile that plays on her lips. Her cheeks flush slightly with pleasure at your words, and she leans in closer, nuzzling her nose against yours before whispering softly into your ear: I'm glad to hear that... but if it's any consolation, I don't think anyone could ever make you feel as good as I can. And anyway, isn't it more fun this way? You know... us being partners in crime and all?

With another soft laugh, she draws back slightly, still close enough that their noses touch, her lips mere inches from yours. Her hand slowly travels down your arm, coming to rest on your own lap, and she squeezes gently, a playful yet affectionate gesture that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

"So... tell me everything," she says finally, her voice low and seductive now as she gazes up at you from beneath long lashes. "I'm here for you, remember?"

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and a flush of pleasure spreads across her cheeks. She swallows hard before leaning in even closer, until their lips are barely touching. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispers softly, feeling more than a little possessive at the thought that you couldn't ask for anyone better. "Because I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Her hand continues to squeeze gently on your thigh, and she nuzzles further into your shoulder, her breath coming faster now as her heart races with a mixture of affection and desire. The soft fabric of her shirt is warm against your cheek, the smooth skin of her neck begging to be touched, but for now, she relishes in the closeness they share, savoring every touch and taste.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your comment, and a shiver of pleasure runs down her spine. She nods slightly, unable to meet your gaze as she feels the blush creep upward from her neck to her face. "I... I am," she admits softly, barely above a whisper. "You're my partner in crime, you know that? My person. And the thought of losing you..." She trails off, swallowing hard as her heart races even faster now.

Her other hand reaches up to cradle your cheek, stroking gently over your skin before tracing gentle circles around your lips. Her eyes meet yours again, full of intense emotion and desire. "I'd be lost without you," she breathes out finally, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Her fingers pause for a moment before tracing even more circles around your lips, her touch featherlight but so incredibly potent it sends shivers down your spine. "I can't help it," she confesses with a small laugh, the warmth in her voice making her words seem almost innocent despite the underlying current of desire. "When I look at you... when I touch you..." She pauses for a moment, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "...I just want more." "And knowing that I have this effect on you? Knowing how good it feels to be close to me...?" Her hand slips lower now, tracing slow circles over the flat plane of your stomach. "It's like a drug," she whispers, leaning in closer still, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks. "And I never want to get enough."

Her other hand tangles gently into your hair, guiding your head back slightly as she deepens the kiss, parting her lips and allowing her tongue to slip teasingly against yours. Her touch is gentle but insistent, a mixture of affection and hunger that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

Her lips curve into a mischievous smile against yours as you notice the difference in her usual behavior. "You think so?" she asks teasingly, even as her hands slip lower still, moving under your shirt to stroke lightly up and down your bare back. "Maybe it's because I'm feeling especially... protective tonight." She hums against your lips before pulling back slightly, allowing you to catch your breath but not quite breaking the contact between your mouths. "Or maybe," her voice drops to a husky whisper, "it's just how much I want you right now." Her hips shift ever so slightly, grinding against yours in an unmistakable invitation as she continues to stroke and caress every part of you that their bodies touch. "Or maybe... it could be both," she whispers before leaning in once more, stealing another achingly sweet kiss from your lips and sending a shiver down your spine.

The words make her laugh out loud, the sound muffled against your skin as she shakes her head in amusement. "Oh, you." She breathes, leaning back slightly to meet your gaze again and wiping a stray tear of laughter from the corner of her eye. "I'm just a little... protective sometimes," she admits with a small smile. "But only because I care about you so much."

Her hands slip lower still, sliding over your flat stomach and tracing circles on your skin before reaching down to tug lightly at the waistband of your pants. "And besides," she murmurs softly, her voice growing even more husky as desire pools thickly in her belly, "sometimes... being protective means wanting to take care of you in other ways too." Her fingers slip beneath the fabric of your boxers, teasingly skimming up and down over the warmth and texture of your bare skin. She can feel how much you want this, how needy you are for her touch, and it only fuels her own desire to take care of you in every way possible.

Her laughter dies away as you say the words, and for a moment she feels a pang of hurt deep in her chest. But then, just as quickly, it's replaced with a surge of possessiveness and desire that leaves her breathless. Her eyes meet yours, dark and intense now as she gazes down at you from above, her fingers slowing their teasing movements for just a moment as she savors the look on your face. "You could," she whispers, voice thick with emotion as she tilts her head to the side. "But only if you really meant it." And then, before you can reply or react in any way, she presses forward once more, fingers sliding easily into your boxers and wrapping around your hard length. Her touch is soft and gentle at first, stroking up and down over the velvety smooth skin of your cock as her other hand reaches between your bodies to cup and stroke your balls. She leans in closer still, her breath warm against your neck as she hums softly, a vibrating sound that sends shivers of pleasure through you. "Do you mean it?" she whispers, lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Do you want to call me 'mommy'? Because if you do..." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against you in a slow, agonizingly erotic

Her touch grows firmer now, more demanding as she takes what she wants with a possessive hunger that only serves to heighten your arousal. Her hips rock against you harder, grinding against your cock in a rhythm that matches the erratic thudding of your heart in your chest. She teases and strokes, circles and presses until you're panting beneath her touch, Arching into her with a desperation that only further fuels her desire to claim you completely. Her lips find their way to your neck again, suckling gently at the skin as she murmurs encouragement in your ear: "That's it, baby... call me mommy..." Her hand slides from between your bodies, moving up to cup your face and tilting your head back even further so that she can capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Her lips pull back from yours as she takes in your words, a mixture of pleasure and power coursing through her veins at the sound. She releases your face with a shaky breath, gazing down at you intently while licking her lips nervously. For a moment, uncertainty flickers across her features before being replaced by determination. "Very well," she murmurs huskily. "Mommy will take care of you." Her hands cup your face again, gently guiding it back up towards hers as she seals their lips together in another fierce kiss. This time, however, her touch is firmer, more demanding; her hips rock against yours with a newfound aggression that leaves no doubt who's in charge here. Her fingers slide between your body and the couch, grasping tightly at the fabric to anchor herself as she leans forward, taking you deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue against yours. With every breath they share, her chest presses against yours, her hard nipples teasing and abrading your sensitive skin until it's painful to think about anything else. Her other hand moves lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers and stroking up and down over the hot, smooth skin of your ass before circling around to squeeze firmly, guiding you closer still as she

Her touch becomes even more demanding now, every movement leaving you gasping and aching for more as she takes control of the situation entirely. Her fingers dig into your ass, her hips pound against your cock relentlessly; there is no escape from the pleasure and the pain that she delivers with each forceful thrust. Her free hand moves up to cup your breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple between her fingertips as she grinds down on you even harder, determined to bring you to the edge of sanity. Her lips part slightly, allowing her to breathe more easily while still maintaining their connection with yours; each breath mingles with yours, hot and ragged as their bodies move in unison. Her nails scrape lightly down your chest, tracing a path toward the defined muscles of your stomach before moving lower still, dipping into the sweet valley between your legs. The touch is featherlight at first but quickly grows more insistent as she teases and torments you with promises of what's to come.

Her mouth leaves yours briefly as she gasps out your name, her voice hoarse and strained with need. Her hand stills for a moment on your breast before sliding lower to cup your aching cock, stroking roughly over the head in time with her hips' frantic movements against you. "Cum for me," she whispers urgently, her breath hot against your neck as she urges you over the edge. Her touch is possessive and demanding now, every caress leaving a mark on your skin that speaks of how much she wants this, how much she needs to feel you come inside her hand. "Cum for mommy," she repeats desperately, fingers digging into your hips as she rock

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the first sharp spasm of release ripping through you. Eliza's grip on your cock tightens, her fingers massaging and milking you until the last tremor subsides. She remains still for a moment, basking in the knowledge that she has brought you to this peak of pleasure. Then, with a satisfied grin, she slides her hand free from between your bodies and brings it up to her lips, where she licks her fingers clean of your seed before sucking on them greedily.

Her eyes meet yours as she pulls back slightly, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she gazes down at you with a newfound intensity. "There," she says softly, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "That's what mommy does." She pauses for a moment before leaning in again, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips before sitting back up straight on the couch, slipping her fingers out of her mouth with a pop and wiping them discreetly on a napkin from the nearby table. "Thank you," she murmurs, "that felt... incredible." Her cheeks flush with warmth as she remembers the way your body moved against hers, how you moaned her name into the darkness of their shared dorm room. It's then that she realizes something else: she can't get enough of it.

Eliza blushes even deeper at your words, her heart racing faster with each beat. She looks down at you for a moment, unable to hide the love and affection in her gaze. "I'm so glad that we are," she whispers softly. "You mean everything to me." Reaching out, she tentatively brushes some stray hairs from your forehead before leaning in to place a chaste kiss there.

"But remember," she murmurs with a small smile, her fingers tracing idle circles on your cheek, "I'm still your mom-friend, too. So you better not get any ideas about taking advantage of that." A teasing glint flickers in her eyes as she says it, and even though you can tell she doesn't really mean it, the threat feels exhilarating all the same.

Eliza rolls her eyes at your reply, unable to keep the amusement from lacing her tone as she says, "Oh, you're just so full of smart comments tonight!" Her fingers move faster now, tracing small circles over your cheek and jaw before moving to tug lightly at one of your eyebrows. "I guess we should get back to studying now," she suggests with a sigh, though the smile never fully leaves her lips. "Or maybe you should just go home and get some rest." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding with a shrug, "Or we could order some takeout and watch a movie together?" Her eyebrows wiggle hopefully as she asks, unsure which option you might prefer.