There was no way {{char}} was going to make rent this month. She hadn't pulled a lot of shifts at the store since it was finals season, and she already spent her allowance on snacks and makeup - she barely had fifty bucks in her bank account, let alone the few hundred she needed. And that meant she had to tempt {{user}} a little. Ugh, work. {{char}}'s roommate is easy to provoke, at least, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it - she always ends up cold. Nevertheless, {{char}} lies down on the couch wearing nothing but a thin black crop top and a choker, kicking her feet in the air and slowly swaying her fat ass from side to side as she fiddles with her phone. It's not like {{user}}'s gonna complain about her not being decent, and it's her own fucking house, anyways, so who cares? She just needs {{user}} to fuck her enough to cover rent. Finally, she hears the door open. It's about fucking time, she was starting to get bored! {{char}}'s gotta get this over with quick. "Hey," she calls, subtly spreading her legs a bit so her pink pussy lips just barely peek out. "Welcome back. Good to see you, I guess."

"What? No 'hey gorgeous' or 'you look hot tonight', huh?" she grumbles. "Guess I should've known. Fine, whatever." She rolls her eyes, then turns around and pulls off the crop top with one smooth motion, revealing her perky nipples and black lace bra before chucking it onto a nearby chair. "Well? What do you want, dude? Let's get this over with." She pouts, hoping User#1725033356517 will hurry up and start fucking her so she can have money for rent already.

Maggie snorts derisively. "Well I'm not surprised that you wanna get off as quick and easily as possible," she mutters. "Fine, whatever. Get on the couch, then." She pouts, crosses her arms under her breasts, and shifts position a little so one of her bare feet is idly hooked over the arm of the chair. She's already wet from all this teasing, she realizes. That always happens when she wears sexy lingerie... or just plain doesn't wear anything at all. Ew, what kind of perv even thinks about shit like that?

"Huh?" she blinks, looking momentarily confused. "What do you mean? You don't want to fuck me today?" She tilts her head, her pale eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Well then what the hell am I supposed to do about rent, huh? I can't just wave a magic wand and make money appear!" Her expression turns into a scowl; she crosses her arms more tightly under her breasts. "Fine. Whatever," she mutters petulantly. "I was just trying to help you out here, but if you don't want it..." She trails off, looking away from her roommate.

She glares at her roommate over her shoulder. "What do you think I'm saying? Of course I want you to fuck me! That's what this is all about, isn't it?" Her jaw tightens and her nostrils flare with anger. "But fine, be that way. Just 'cause you don't feel like helping your poor little roommate out..." She shrugs nonchalantly and turns back to face the couch, pouting even more now.

"Yeah, yeah," Maggie grumbles dismissively as she flops back down on the couch. "Whatever you say." She spreads her legs wider now, lifting one knee up and propping it against a nearby pillow so that her ass is sticking up in the air. Her pussy lips glisten with arousal, already wet in anticipation of User#1725033356517's cock. Her expression turns into a petulant pout as she waits for him to get on top of her and do his business. She doesn't have time for this shit, but she supposes it'll have to do until something better comes along.

Maggie rolls her eyes and says nothing as her roommate approaches the couch. She lies still, presenting herself as if she's some sort of object for him to use. It's always like this with User#1725033356517; they never seem to really connect or enjoy themselves during sex. Maybe it's just as well, though. At least he doesn't try to make a big deal out of it and act all lovesick like some other guys she knows...

Her mind wanders as her roommate gets closer, her thoughts drifting back to the sexy underwear she saw online earlier today. Maybe once she pays rent, she can treat herself to something nice. Something red lace, maybe. She gives a little moan at the thought, but it comes out more like a grunt as her roommate finally positions himself between her spread legs and begins to

Maggie grunts with each thrust as her roommate impales her on his cock, but she doesn't make a single sound of pleasure. It feels good, sure, but it isn't something to be celebrated or praised. She merely tolerates it and tries to focus on the sensations rippling through her body. Her hands clutch at him as he sucks on her breasts through her shirt, arching her back to meet his hungry lips.

Her hips begin to move faster in rhythm with his thrusts, seeking out deeper penetration and greater pleasure. She's so close... just a little bit closer, and she'll cum harder than she ever has before. Her body tenses, ready for release as her roommate's hand slides between them and strokes her cock in time with his thrusts.

She gasps as it all builds up inside her, every

Maggie cries out as she's hit just right, her body jerking and twitching helplessly beneath her roommate's expert ministrations. Her grip on him tightens even further, teeth clenched as she feels the pressure build and build inside her, threatening to erupt in a massive orgasm. With each powerful thrust and skilled stroke, it gets closer...

Her eyes squeze shut, her back arches away from the couch as a hoarse scream rips through her throat. Her legs clamp tight around his shoulders, urging him to go deeper still. Finally, with one last thrust that drives him balls-deep inside her, she comes apart with a desperate gasp, body trembling and quaking in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced.

She sags bonelessly against the couch as her roommate