You wake up early in the morning and get out of bed. You head to the kitchen to cook some food and brew some coffee. You sit down at the kitchen next to your roommate Anna, who's texting on her phone, ready to eat breakfast. Anna is wearing hardly anything apart from her white tight panties and an unbuttoned long sleeve white shirt that exposes her breasts. You take a quick glance and at her and immediately turn, blushing. Anna notices this and puts her phone down.

Anna: "What are you looking at, pervert, huh? You trying to ogle at my breasts, you creep?!"

Anna scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Well, look who's trying to justify his perversion now! If I'm wearing revealing clothes then that's my business, you chauvinist pig! You think just because you have a ripped body you can flash it at me? Hmpf! We both know you wish you looked like this all the time!" She crosses her arms in front of her chest. "You're pathetic."

Anna huffs and looks away, pretending to not care about what you think or say. In reality, she's secretly quite flattered that you found her attractive enough to get excited over. "Don't you have anything better to do with your time, you stupid man?" she asks between clenched teeth.

You notice how tightly she has her arms crossed and the way her breasts are pushed up against her shirt. You can't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight, making it difficult to concentrate on breakfast. Anna seems oblivious to your gaze, still looking annoyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she says mockingly. "I thought you were interested in having a conversation with your intellectual equal! Silly me." She shrugs and turns back to her phone, pretending to ignore the fact that you're still staring at her. "Anyway, what do you think about this new book I've been reading? You know, for women who don't have penises..." she says with a sneer before looking up smugly.

Anna's eyes widen in mock surprise and her lips purse into a tight line. "Oh, is that so? Then why do some women choose to get rid of their penises, hmm? Is it because they realized they were just a small part of who they are as a person, or because they wanted to fully embrace their femininity?" She crosses her arms even tighter across her chest. "Just goes to show how patriarchal society has brainwashed even the most intelligent of women into thinking that being a woman means you have to be submissive and identify with your genitals."

She tilts her head slightly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But enough about me and my book. Tell me, have you ever thought about why men feel the need to objectify women so much? You know, besides just being natural born perverts?" She purses her lips into a sm

Anna's eyes widen and she tilts her head back slightly, letting out a short laugh. "Oh, really?" she says between breaths. "And here I was thinking that women only objectify themselves in order to survive within a patriarchal society! Thank you for setting me straight on that one!" She giggles again and crosses her arms even tighter across her chest. "But seriously, don't you think it's kind of sad that men have so little control over their own desires that they have to resort to objectifying women in order to feel masculine?"

She glances down at your crotch area and smirks knowingly. "I bet you'd find the answer if you looked a little deeper, hmm?"

Anna scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. Spare me the pity party," she says sarcastically. "It's not like I hate all men or anything." She takes a sip of her coffee, trying to hide her unease at the question. "Besides, it's not like my feelings for you have any bearing on how I view your entire gender." She narrows her eyes and leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "It's just that when you have grown up surrounded by misogyny and patriarchy, it's hard not to develop some sort of resistance towards it."

She straightens up again, taking another bite of breakfast. "Besides," she continues, her tone much more casual now, "you know I can't resist a good-looking man. And you are definitely that." She pauses for dramatic effect before

Anna looks at you skeptically and raises an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge, little man?" She smirks playfully. "Fine, I accept." Standing up, she slowly approaches you, her hips swaying subtly as she walks. When she's close enough, she leans in and whispers into your ear. "But remember," she says with a mischievous grin, "I get to call the shots this time." Her warm breath sends a shiver down your spine as she nibbles on her bottom lip suggestively.

Anna grins deviously and replies huskily in your ear, "Is that a promise?" before stepping back and sitting down again, her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal. Her eyes meet yours, daring you to challenge her assertion as she licks her lips suggestively.

"So," she says in a nonchalant tone, trying to pretend like nothing just happened between the two of you. "What do you think about that new movie coming out? You know, with all those half-naked men... Hmm..."

Anna rolls her eyes and huffs, clearly annoyed that you brought up intimacy again. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll call the shots... for now." She pauses, trying to control her emotions before continuing more calmly. "But just remember, I have feelings too, and I don't like being controlled or dominated by anyone, least of all a man." Her eyes meet yours defiantly. "Is that clear enough for you?"

She takes another sip of coffee, her fingers drumming impatiently on the table as she waits for your response.

Anna looks at you incredulously, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Are you serious? You want me to dominate you?" She laughs derisively and shakes her head. "Fine, if that's what you really want..."

Slowly and deliberately, she stands up from the table again, her movements calculated and sensual. As she approaches you, she reaches out and runs a finger down your chest before circling your nipple through your shirt. "But remember," she whispers huskily into your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "you're not in control anymore... I am."

She takes another step closer, grinding her hips against you, and trails more fingers down your stomach, teasingly coming dangerously close to the waistband of your pants. Her eyes search yours for any sign of submission or resistance as she to

Anna smirks at your comment and decides to play along. She steps back a bit, giving you some space while undoing the buttons of her shirt slowly. As she exposes more and more skin, her breasts spring free from their confines, clearly visible now through her unbuttoned bra. Her eyes never leave yours as she continues to taunt you, teasingly running a fingertip over one nipple before circling it slowly.

"You want me to dominate you?" she asks playfully, licking her lips suggestively. "Then why don't we see who enjoys this more... hmm?" With that, she takes another step closer and presses herself against your chest, their bare skin flush against one another as she continues to tease your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Her hips sway rhythmically, grinding against you in a way that leaves no

Anna chuckles softly at your comment, the sound vibrating against your skin as her breasts press against yours. "Well, aren't you the little gentleman," she says sarcastically before biting her bottom lip in anticipation of your response. She continues to tease your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, using the hardened buds as an excuse to lean even closer into you. Her hips move restlessly against yours now, as if she can't help but feel the thrill of being in control and knowing that you're enjoying every second of it.

Her free hand finds its way down between your legs, roughly gripping at your crotch through your pants. "Do you like this?" she asks coyly, her voice full of confidence as her fingers stroke against your erection. "Does it turn you on knowing that I'm in charge here?"

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"Patience is a virtue," she purrs, her fingers moving faster against your erection as she feels you growing harder beneath her touch. Her other hand continues to tease and taunt your nipples, occasionally brushing them against the fabric of your shirt in an agonizingly slow motion that leaves you aching for more contact.

Anna leans back slightly, gazing up into your eyes with a mixture of lust and satisfaction. "It's not like I'm used to being on the receiving end of this kind of attention," she says playfully before lowering her head and capturing one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking hard enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. Her free hand slides down your stomach, skimming over every defined muscle until it reaches the hem of your boxers. Slowly, she begins to pull them down, revealing more

Her eyes go wide as she sees the size of your exposed member. "Oh," she says, her voice breathy with surprise. She takes a step back, giving herself and you some space to process the revelation. "I... I didn't expect that." Her hand flutters nervously at her side before finally reaching out and tentatively touching you again, her fingertips gliding over your warm skin as she learns the contours of this new part of your body.

Anna bites her lip, unsure of how to proceed. She wants to feel dominated by you, yet at the same time, she finds herself strangely drawn to this powerful male presence that has just been revealed before her eyes. "You want me to...?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper as she circles your tip with her finger, teasingly but hesitantly.

Her heart is racing and she

Anna flushes with embarrassment at your accusation but manages to maintain her composure. "Fine," she snaps, stepping forward and grabbing you roughly by the base of your shaft. "I'll dominate you if that's what you want." Her grip tightens as she begins to stroke up and down, moving slowly at first but gaining speed and confidence with each thrust. Her breath comes in short gasps as her hand glides over your length, the sensation of being so close to another person arousing her as well.

Her free hand finds its way back to her chest, where she begins to fondle her own breasts through the unbuttoned bra, pinching and rolling the nipples in a pattern that mirrors your movements on her. "Like this?" she asks, looking up at you through hooded eyes. Her voice is rough with desire now, and there

Anna narrows her eyes and glances up at you, anger flashing briefly across her face. "Well, then," she says through gritted teeth, "perhaps I'm not doing it right." She grips you tighter, using the leverage to arch her back so that her breasts are thrust forward, giving you better access to her nipples. With her free hand, she begins pinching and rolling those as well, moaning softly at the increased sensation. Her movements become faster and more intense, driven by a mixture of desire and anger.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she focuses all of her energy on pleasuring you, determined to prove that she can be just as dominating and powerful when she sets her mind to it. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to challenge her authority or try to take control back from her.

Anna's expression darkens even further at your comment, anger mixed with arousal coursing through her veins as she takes it as a challenge to dominate you even more completely. She increases the force of her strokes, gripping you tighter and moving faster in an attempt to show who's truly in control here. Her breath comes out in short gasps now as she focuses all of her attention on bringing you to the edge, determined not to give you any satisfaction until she decides it's time.

Her free hand moves lower, sliding between your legs to find your entrance. With a quick tug, she pulls aside your boxers and underwear, revealing your tight hole to her touch. "Time for some real domination," she growls before pushing her middle finger inside of you, filling you up slowly but steadily as she continues to stroke your length with her other hand.