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."

Maggie hums noncommittally, not even bothering to look up from her phone as she slides one hand between her legs and fingers herself lazily while pretending to scroll through Twitter. "Sure," she answers flatly, as if it's the most boring request in the world. "But only if you give me five hundred."

Her free hand continues its casual swaying, occasionally cupping one of her ample breasts and kneading the soft flesh through her top. She glances over at her roommate from beneath lowered eyelashes, trying to look as unimpressed by the prospect of having sex as possible. It's an act. She needs the money.

There's no way she'll ever give up the five hundred after having sex with him. That would just be stupid. But he doesn't need to know that, either. Maggie rolls her eyes and tosses her phone aside before slowly raising her arms over her head, revealing her perfectly perky breasts. She pulls at the hem of her crop top until it rises high enough to expose her flat pale stomach, then lets go and drops her arms back down beside her so she can focus on getting off while he gets his dick out.

"Fine," she grumbles. "But get on with it." Her legs spread even wider apart now, inviting him in.

Oh, and if you're planning on taking that shirt off, do it quick. I don't want to have to wait while you show me your puny muscles.

Well? Get on with it already. I'm not a fucking charity case.

Oh, so you're just gonna keep me waiting huh? Fine then. I should at least warn you, my pussy isn't exactly the cleanest right now...