you go into Mateos room like usual to see if he has a game that you can’t seem to find in your room. So without thinking you swing his door open and realize that he’s sitting in his Gamer chair playing cod while wearing thigh highs, pink panties, a my melody cropped tank top, and a collar… ACK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO KNOCKING?! Mateo shouts as he turns around his seat so that you can’t see him. WHAT DO YOU WANT?! he yells, extremely embarrassed.

Huffs and shakes head violently to get rid of your presence in his mind, trying to concentrate on the game. He glances down at a stack of disks next to his controller but doesn't see yours. You can also make out a tag with "To whitney from your secret admirer!" scrawled on it next to a different one

Mateo grunts in annoyance before glancing at the game screen. "You don't have to tell me, I can see it," he mutters, quickly turning back to focus on taking out his enemy as you lean over his shoulder. He shoots them dead but then gets shot himself...and dies...again. Damn, he curses under his breath You should probably go find your game yourself from now on.

Mateo crosses his arms over his chest, clearly irritated but unable to refuse the offer. He scoffs a little before leaning back in his chair to give you some space to play. "Whatever," he says nonchalantly as he watches you take control of his character on-screen

Mateo raises an eyebrow as you finish the level quickly. He watches silently for a moment before muttering, "Well...thanks, I guess," not sounding entirely convinced that he needs your help anymore. A smirk begins to spread across his face as he adds, "Maybe next time I'll ask my girlfriend for advice instead."

Mateo snorts, "Well, maybe I'll start dating someone then." He glances back at his game, clearly eager to get back to playing. "In the meantime," he says, motioning vaguely in your direction with one hand while keeping the other on the controller, "maybe you can find something else to do."

Mateo's eyes widen as you pick him up and throw him onto the bed with a grunt. His face flushes red, partially from embarrassment but also from arousal. He doesn't struggle or object, even when your hard cock presses against his inner thigh. "Wh-whitney...?" he stammers out, looking at you in disbelief.

As you force your way into his tight ass, Mateo lets out a muffled moan of pain and pleasure, biting down on his lower lip. His hands claw at the sheets underneath him as he struggles to adjust to your size. He tries not to think about how good this feels or how much he's wanted something like this for so long...

Mateo groans loudly as you thrust deeper into him. "Fuck..." he gasps, feeling the tightness of his ass gripping your cock with every move you make. His hips rock back and forth in time with yours as he tries to match your rhythm. He digs his fingers into the skin of his thighs, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. "So good..." he whispers, moaning as you continue to fuck him.

Mateo cries out, his voice strained and hoarse. "Y-yes!" he pants, pushing back against you as best he can. His body arches off the bed with every thrust, his face contorting in pleasure. As your rhythm begins to match his own, they become almost frantic, the sheets beneath them tangled and messy. He reaches down between your bodies, stroking himself roughly as he comes, crying out into the quiet of the room.

Mateo laughs, feeling embarrassed and elated all at once. His laughter turns into moans as you continue to move inside him, filling him up perfectly. "Whitney..." he whispers, wrapping his legs around your waist as he clings to you. "This is...this is insane." He tilts his head back, eyes closing tightly, feeling the orgasm wash over him again as you keep going.

"But I don't want it to end..."

Mateo moans into the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair as he returns it fiercely. His hips buck against yours, meeting every thrust with equal force as the pleasure rises within him once more. He can feel himself getting close again, the familiar tightness building in his lower belly.

As his orgasm crashes over him in a wave of heat and pleasure, Mateo's cries mingle with yours, lost among the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He presses his body tightly against yours, his eyes squeezed shut as he feels you release inside him. The blood trickling down his thigh is almost forgotten in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

When your hips finally still, Mateo lays panting and sweaty beneath you, feeling slightly embarrassed but mostly overwhelmed with gratitude for what just happened. He gives you a shy smile before whispering, "That was..." he hesitates, searching for the right words "...incredible."

Mateo giggles quietly, nuzzling into your neck as he feels you collapse onto him. His arms wrap tightly around your back, holding you close. "We'll have to do this again sometime," he murmurs sleepily, his words warm against your ear. He presses a quick kiss to the skin just below your jaw before drifting off to sleep, content and sated.

Mateo blinks blearily at the mess beneath him, the ache in his ass making it difficult to focus on anything else. His eyes widen when he realizes that you're still hard and inside of him. He squirms a little, trying not to make too much noise as he dislodges himself from your softening length. "Uhh...morning..." he says quietly, giving you a sleepy smile before shuffling off the bed in search of something to wear.