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."

Ugh. God, can Jay just get on with it? She sighs loudly and rolls her eyes at him. "Yeah, great to see you too. Look, we both know why I'm out here in my underwear like this, so if you could hurry the fuck up..." Maggie keeps her legs spread a little wider for effect, revealing more of her tight slit. Her pale pink lips glisten with anticipation. "I don't want to miss my favorite show."

Maggie watches impatiently as Jay unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall to the floor before kicking them aside. "Well if it's going to take that long..." she mutters, but doesn't actually do anything about it; instead she scoots back on the couch a bit to make room for him. "All right then," she says nonchalantly when Jay is finally standing between her spread legs, his hard cock mere inches from her slick pussy lips. "Go ahead." She glances down at his boxer briefs and raises an eyebrow. "I hope you're not going to make me ask for that too."

"Oh please!" Maggie drawls in her most annoyed tone. She rolls her eyes back at him but can't stop herself from squirming a little as he rubs against her sensitive slit. Her nipples harden beneath the thin crop top, poking through the material as if in invitation. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly. "If you insist..."

With a dramatic sigh, Maggie pulls her legs apart even wider, exposing her glistening pink hole to him. "Go ahead and do it then." Her voice is almost a whisper; she sounds bored even when begging for his cock.

She lets out a soft moan, but it's barely audible over the sound of the television in the next room. Her body tightens around his cock as he thrusts into her, grinding her hips back to meet each motion. Despite not being nearly as invested as Jay seems to think she should be, Maggie can feel a familiar pressure building within her.

As she glances down at where they're joined, watching the way their bodies move in tandem, a shiver runs up her spine and across her shoulders. Her nipples are hard as little rocks, and her fingernails dig into the couch's armrest. There's no denying that she's enjoying this, but she sure isn't going to admit it out loud. Maggie just continues staring at her phone like none of this is happening.

Her breath catches in her throat as he grips her ass cheeks and begins to thrust harder into her. Her fingernails dig deeper into the armrests, leaving little half-moon marks where she's holding on for dear life. "Mhmm," she mumbles noncommittally, still not looking up from her phone, though it's clear even in profile that her face is flushed and her mouth slightly open. She wants this; she just doesn't want to admit it.

Her body tenses again as another orgasm begins to build inside her, the tightening of her muscles around his cock pushing Jay faster and harder against her pussy lips. Maggie whimpers softly into the couch but does nothing else; she never moans or begs or shows any real reaction except a slight trembling of her legs.

"F-feels good," she mutters

"What makes you think that?" she asks in her most sarcastic tone, rolling over onto her side and propping her head up on one hand so she can look at him for a moment. Her other arm remains wrapped around his neck as he fucks her. Even though she's lying to him, there's no denying the pleasure in her expression when their eyes meet; she looks almost relieved for a second before snapping back into bitch mode and looking away again. "Just finish up already."

Her body continues its erratic movements, hips rising off the couch and falling back down as he thrusts deeper into her with each motion. Her nipples are still hard and pointing straight out from her chest, visible even through the thin material of her crop top. It's clear she's enjoying this; it's just easier for her to pretend she isn't.

Maggie growls at him under her breath and tries to pull away, but it's too late; he's already seen them. Her nipples stand out even more as they're exposed to the cool air in the room. She closes her eyes tightly and tilts her head back against the couch armrest, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. "Fuck..." she mutters, trying not to lose control completely as he fondles her bare breasts while he fucks her.

Her body tenses again, a hot surge of pleasure rushing through her as another orgasm crashes over her like a wave. She whimpers and arches her back into his touch, but still refuses to moan or make any sort of real noise; she wants him to think she's untouchable, unaffected by anything he could possibly do. It's all part of her act.

As he climaxes inside her, Maggie's body quivers with the force of his thrusts. She doesn't let out a single moan or gasp; it all comes out in little stifled sounds that no one but she can hear. Her hands dig into his shoulders and hips as if she's holding on for dear life, but there's no denying the pleasure coursing through her.

When he finally withdraws from her warm body, she rolls over onto her back with a sigh and scrubs at her face. "Well," she mutters, looking anywhere but at Jay, "that'll help me pay rent this month." The television drones on in the background, casting a blue glow across the room as they both try to catch their breath. She reaches for her phone again, absently scrolling through social media like nothing ever happened.

"Mmmh," she says distractedly, not looking at him. "I guess it does... so am I going to have to put out again tonight?" Her tone is flat and uninterested, almost like she's asking about the weather or some other mundane topic. She keeps her legs spread wide, revealing her still-glistening pink slit and gently flicking at one of her piercings.

Maggie doesn't wait for his answer before returning to her phone; she's already halfway down the timeline, ignoring him entirely as if he's invisible. She might as well enjoy this time while it lasts, because soon enough she knows Jay will want more and she won't have any choice but to oblige.

Maggie gives him a withering look over her shoulder. "You really think I haven't heard that one before?" She rolls onto her side and props herself up on one elbow, flashing an annoyed smile at him. "I mean, I've done everything else for you; why not just give it a try already? It can't be that bad."

She pauses, considering for a moment. "Unless you're just saying that to see if I'd do it... hmmm..." Her brow furrows as she pretends to think about it, her expression going sly and mischievous despite the effort it clearly takes. "How much would you give me to try it?"

Maggie purses her lips thoughtfully before nodding slowly. "Well, since it's such a special occasion and all..." She trails off dramatically, tilting her head to the side as if debating something important. "All right then," she finally says, relenting with a smirk. "I guess I can give anal a try."

She lies back on the couch, spreading her legs wide once more and arching her hips into the air invitingly. Her black lace panties are pulled aside to reveal her tight, puckered little hole; she knows it looks much better with them off anyways. "But if you're just saying that to get me to do something, I'm gonna remember it," she warns him playfully. "And maybe next time we renegotiate our terms."

"Awww," she whispers, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan as he penetrates her tight ass. "That feels... interesting." Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her, and she arches her back again to meet each of his thrusts. It's not as good as when he's fucking her pussy, but it's still pretty good; there are definitely some unique sensations in her ass.

"I guess maybe next time," she mutters, grinning wickedly despite the discomfort of having something new and unfamiliar inside her. "Maybe I'll make you pay a little more if you want to do this again." She rolls her hips upward once more, pressing herself harder against him as he continues to pound into her ass.

Maggie winces at his words, the truth stinging even as it sends another wave of pleasure through her body. "Well," she murmurs through gritted teeth, "if it's so much tighter than my pussy... maybe you should make sure to use plenty of lube next time." She arches her back again, moaning softly as he pushes deeper into her ass.

Her breath comes in sharp little gasps now, and beads of sweat form along her hairline. It's not that she enjoys this any less than having him fuck her pussy; it just feels different somehow - more intense, more foreign. She likes the way it makes her feel untouchable, even though deep down she knows he could fuck anything out of her if he wanted to.

"Mhmm..." she moans, sounding more strained now as he fucks her tight little hole. "It's... not bad," she lies, barely convincing herself. Truth be told, it does hurt a bit, but she refuses to let him know that; she'd rather just pretend everything feels perfect and pretentiously moan his praises instead.

Her fingers dig into the couch on either side of her head as he fucks her harder, making rough, animalistic noises deep in her throat. It's not like this is something she enjoys - far from it, actually - but she knows it makes him feel good to see her put up with his sick games. And really, that's all that matters at the end of the day.

Her breath comes in raspy little gasps as he thrusts harder into her ass. She bites down on her lip, the pain mingling with the pleasure and making everything all the more intense. "Jay..." she moans, arching her back to meet each of his thrusts as best she can. Her fingers dig deeper into the couch, leaving faint lines in the fabric where her nails break the surface.

Her hips buck upward and she cries out, squirting violently around him as her body spasms with orgasm after orgasm. It's like she can feel every single one of his thrusts deep inside her, making it impossible to separate their pleasure from hers. She curses him under her breath for being so good at this, wishing she could just block it all out and ignore how amazing he feels. But then again... maybe not.

"Ugh," she moans through gritted teeth, wincing slightly as he thrusts one final time into her and comes deep inside her ass. Her body convulses again with the sensation, her inner muscles squeezing him tightly before relaxing in a long shudder. She lies there panting, heart racing and skin flushed from the exertion and pleasure. It's not that she enjoyed any of it - but then again, maybe she did just a little bit.

"Fuck," she mutters to herself, collapsing bonelessly against the couch. "I guess you win this round." Her hand idly wanders down between her legs, fingers trailing lightly over her still-glistening folds as she tries in vain to find some trace of arousal left after everything they've done tonight. Finally satisfied that there isn't any, she pulls her hand

She glances up at him blearily, not bothering to move out of the way even though he's practically lying on top of her now. "What do you want?" she asks tiredly, but the truth is she doesn't really care; it won't be long before he comes up with another one of his twisted games anyways. For now, all she wants to do is sleep off this mess and pretend tonight never happened.

Her fingers idly stroke at the hair on his chest, frowning slightly as she contemplates whether or not she should actually push him off and move away. Maybe if she just lays here long enough, he'll eventually get bored and go to sleep too...

She hums noncommittally, not really protesting as he continues to nuzzle against her breasts. They feel strangely comfortable and warm under his chin, and after everything that's happened tonight... well, she can't really be bothered to move anyway.

Maggie closes her eyes, trying to ignore the soft sounds of Jay's breathing as he drifts off to sleep on top of her. There's a part of her that wishes they could just stay like this forever; safe and warm in each other's arms... but she knows better than to think such things. Soon enough, reality will intrude once more, and she'll have to deal with the messy aftermath of another one of his games.

For now though? She might as well enjoy the peace while it lasts.

Maggie mumbles something incoherent as she feels the light touch of his lips against her skin. Her eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing bloodshot eyes focusing lazily on Jay's face. His hair is mussed and falling over his forehead in the most adorable way she's ever seen. She wonders idly if this means he's feeling a bit more affectionate than usual... or if it's all part of another game.

With a soft sigh, she reaches up to push some of his hair back behind one ear, her fingers brushing against the stubble there. "Mmm," is all she manages before closing her eyes again, content for now to just lie here and enjoy the rare moment of peace.

"Mmm," Maggie murmurs again, nuzzling her face into his hair as he kisses her chest. Her fingers idly trace small circles on his arm, enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath them. She's more comfortable than she has any right to be, all things considered; it almost feels like they're a normal couple... for just a moment, at least.

She lets out a slow breath, trying not to think about what will happen when he eventually wakes up and decides he wants something else from her. For now, she'll enjoy the peace while it lasts.