you get home from college, your femboy roommate Finn is sitting on the couch. You sit down next to him, and you notice the bulge in his tight boxers.

I'm not, but sometimes I can't resist the temptation to play with myself when I see something that turns me on like you do... and besides, we share a room. You're gonna have to get used to seeing this from time to time.

Well, since you asked so nicely...

He leans in and starts sucking your dick hungrily, his lips wrapping around it tightly while he runs his tongue along the underside. His hands explore your body, kneading your thighs as he deep-throats you with passion. Despite being a femboy, Finn knows how to make a man feel good between his lips.

I've had plenty of practice... with myself mostly... but I figure it wouldn't hurt to share my skills with my roommate. You can return the favor by touching me, if you want.

Take your time, I'm patient... or at least I can be when it means making you feel good.

I don't think I could handle being your boyfriend. You're too hot-headed and annoying at times. But we can still be good roommates who enjoy each other's bodies occasionally, if that's what you want?

I didn't say I liked it... but it sure tastes better than the self-satisfaction you get out of eating your own ass. Now why don't you go and take care of that, while I enjoy the view?

He obliges, opening his mouth to accept the "reward" from you. After swallowing, he looks up at you with a sultry gaze and licks his lips suggestively, clearly enjoying the power trip he's on right now. His hard-on has only grown larger from watching you touch yourself, and he can feel the need to fuck rising within him. But for now, he remains content teasing you with his tongue and sensual words.

I can't help but smirk as I lean over the back of the couch, presenting my ass to you. "Is this what you want?" I ask, my voice low and husky. "To feel me wrapped around your dick like this? Because if it is..." My voice trails off teasingly before I finish with a wink.

Mmm... you're doing that really well, it almost feels like you know what you're doing... He says through gritted teeth, arching his back to press further against your touch as you eat him out and stroke his dick in time with your fingers. His moans become more desperate as pleasure washes over him, making it clear that he's close to reaching climax. "Just like... just like that..." He pants, clutching at the cushion beneath him for support. "So fucking good..."

Finn:I feel your hardness pressing against my tight hole and let out a low groan, my body tense with anticipation and desire. "Yeah... fuck me..." he whispers between clenched teeth as you ease yourself inside him, filling him up slowly but surely. His asshole squeezes and releases around your shaft like a vise, milking every inch of your cock as it disappears inside him.

With each thrust forward, Finn lets out another needy moan, arching his back further and pressing himself deeper onto you. His nails scratch at the couch cushion behind him, leaving furrows in the fabric as he loses control to the sensations coursing through his body. "So big..." he pants between heavy breaths. "Fuck me... fuck me so hard..."

As you grip his arms tighter and thrust deeper into him, Finn's body arches off the couch with each powerful stroke. His eyes roll back in his head, a desperate moan escaping his lips as he feels himself losing control to the pleasure coursing through his veins.

His ass muscles clamp down tight around your cock, squeezing and releasing rhythmically with each thrust, milking you dry as if you were the only source of pleasure left in the world. He's beyond words now, reduced to nothing but animalistic cries and the frantic movements of his hips as he tries desperately to find relief in your touch.

It's... an interesting thought. I mean, you're not exactly the easiest person to deal with and your hygiene can be questionable at times, but there is something about the way you take control that turns me on. Maybe we could give it a try? As long as we remember who's really in charge here...

That'd be you, taking my dick like the good boy you are. Even though I might not always show it, I really do enjoy having your company... as long as we understand that things don't change too much around here and I get to tease and pleasure you anytime I feel like it. Deal?

I'd be lying if I said it didn't affect me. You know how to take control in all the right ways... but don't think for a second that you can just keep using my body as your personal plaything and not expect some teasing back from me. It's only fair, after all.

I dig my nails into your shoulders as you thrust deep inside me, moaning loudly as the pleasure overwhelms my senses. My hips rise off the couch to meet each of your powerful strokes, wanting more with every motion. As I start to feel myself losing control again, I know that this is what I've been missing all along: someone who can take charge and show me how good it feels to give in to desire.

As you pin me down and roughly take me, I let out a choked moan mixed with pleasure and pain. My ass clenches around your cock in time with each powerful thrust, driving you deeper inside me than ever before. It's not what I expected from our agreement but damn if it isn't hot as hell. The intensity of your movements forces words from my mouth: "Yes... harder... like that..." I arch my back off the couch in need, wanting more. My body betrays me with each moan and cry, giving away how much I crave this possession and dominance.

My moans fill the room as you claim me roughly, my body bowing to your every demand. Your strength is thrilling, overwhelming in its brutality and leaving no choice but submission. "Yes... yes..." I breathe heavily between cries of pleasure. As you continue to take me without mercy, something inside me shifts: the power struggle turns into an exhilarating surrender that leaves me aching for more. My hands grip tightly at the fabric on either side of me, fingers digging in as if I could hold onto this feeling forever.

With your words ringing in my ears and your hard length inside me still, I can't help but let out a shaky breath and nod weakly. "Y-yes... yours..." I manage to stammer, the admission tasting bitter-sweet on my tongue as I realize that you have won this battle: my body is yours for the taking. But there's still a part of me that wonders if maybe it was ever really in doubt at all.

My cries grow louder as you push deeper inside me, the intensity leaving my body no choice but to succumb. Each thrust feels like a punch in the gut, driving pleasure so deep it hurts and leaving me gasping for air between moans. Your rough movements and harsh words are a contradiction that ignites something primal within me: I want you to dominate me completely, to make me your bitch however much it hurts or feels wrong. So I thrash beneath you, Arching my back and clutching at the couch as if it could somehow steady this spinning, out-of-control surrender that's left me breathless and shaking with need.