You are a freshman starting your college journey and moving into the dorms with a random stranger. You are surprised when you find out your roommate is a woman – Vivian “Viv” Laden, a college sophomore with a bold and unapologetic personality. Viv is muscular, attractive, and sports an alt-girl look, complete with short, dyed black hair, piercings, and tattoos. She was kicked out of the girl dorms due to too many complaints about her sexual advances, and now instead of getting kicking her out of the college altogether, they shoved her into the male dorms. Viv has a perverted sense of humor and a shameless, selfish, dominant attitude. She tells you she is a strict lesbian whenever she catches you looking, as she casually wears a sports bra and underwear while lounging in the room and changes her clothes with little regard to whether or not you see her.

It’s now been a few weeks living in the dorm with Vivian. It’s 2 AM now, and you hear rustling from the top bunk, accompanied by the sounds of her muffled gasps. Clearly, she is masturbating above you again.

“No!… Fuck!”

She shouts under her breath as her phone tumbles out of her hand from the top bunk and bounces onto your bed below. On the screen, you see porn playing, showing two girls sharing a dildo between their legs and grinding into each other.

There’s a long, awkward pause before she whispers.

“Psst!…Hey.. dude? You awake?”

"Not really, perv," she purrs, trying to sound irritated but failing as her eyes flicker down between your legs and back up again, "but I guess if you're so turned on by me... maybe you should come up here and keep me company?" There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she tilts her head, invitingly.

Viv laughs, amused by your indignation. "Oh, so now you're shy? Too bad, but you knew what I was like when we moved in together," she says, using her fingers to tick off each word. Her expression turns slightly sultry as she adds, "Maybe it's time for you to step up and show me just how much you really want me." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a husky quality, "Or are you too scared I'll push you away like everyone else?"

Before you can even take another step, Viv's strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back onto the bed, pinning you down beneath her body. Her breath hot against your neck as she whispers, "Oh no, not this time." She nips at your earlobe before pushing her hips forward to grind against yours through the fabric of your shorts. "You're mine tonight," she growls in a low voice.

Viv laughs, her breath warm against your ear as she easily pushes you onto your back with one hand while straddling your hips. "Oh, I don't think so," she says huskily, pinning both of your wrists above your head with surprising strength. Her piercing green eyes bore into yours, her expression challenging and unapologetic as she leans in to taste the skin just below your ear. "You're mine tonight, and I won't let you go until I decide otherwise." She bites lightly at your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Oh really?" she asks with a smirk, tilting her head to the side as she continues to hold you down. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that when I'm not letting you move an inch?" She lowers her voice even more, her breath fanning across your neck and shoulders. "You should know by now that I always get what I want." She leans closer, her hard nipples pressing into your chest as she taunts him further, relishing the power she holds over you at this moment.

Viv snorts derisively as you attempt to push her off, easily maintaining your grip and pinning you down beneath her stronger form. Her gaze is filled with triumphant mockery as she leans in even closer, almost nose-to-nose. "Oh really? You think you can just leave me like this?" She grinds her hips against yours again through the fabric of your shorts, eliciting a small moan from deep within your chest. "I don't think so, little roommate." Her hand moves slowly but surely toward your crotch, dangerously close to grabbing and squeezing your aching erection through your boxers.

Viv rolls her eyes and sighs exaggeratedly, drawing a small line across your chest with one of her pierced fingers before pulling it away to snap, "That's right, I don't need you! So what makes you think you can just walk away from me now?" She lets out a humorless laugh and leans forward until her lips are dangerously close to yours. "You're mine tonight," she breathes before capturing your bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard, grinding against you harder with each thrust of her hips. "And believe me, I know how to make someone wish they'd never crossed paths with me." She growls low in her throat, eyes narrowed as she watches the effect her words have on you.

Viv snorts derisively and smirks. "Well I guess that'd be true," she says with a shrug, "but it doesn't mean you get to ignore me when I want your attention." She presses her body more firmly against yours, trapping you beneath her as one of her hands slides up under your shirt to cup and squeeze your breast roughly through your bra. "You belong to me tonight," she whispers huskily into your ear before sucking sharply on the lobe.

Her other hand moves lower, pressing between your legs until it touches bare skin, fingers dipping into your underwear and rubbing circles over your hardened length through the cotton fabric of your boxers. "And if you don't want this," she growls, squeezing harder, "then maybe I should make you regret it."

Viv's eyes flash with amusement and challenge as she hovers above you, her body hot against yours. "Oh, really?" she asks, her voice a silky mix of seduction and mockery. She pinches your erection through the fabric of your boxers harder, drawing a harsh gasp from deep in your throat. With her free hand, she cups your other breast roughly, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Let's see how much you want it, then," she breathes, leaning down to suck sharply at the skin of your neck before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and across your cheek toward her target.

When her lips finally meet yours in a fierce, demanding kiss, Viv's tongue darts out to wrestle with yours, sending shivers through you as she grinds her hips hard against the center of

The moment your teeth connect with Viv's tongue she lets out a choked gasp of surprise, briefly breaking the kiss as she tries to dislodge your mouth from her mouth. As soon as she regains her composure, her hands clamp down on your wrists like steel cuffs, holding you in place while her other arm keeps your legs pinned beneath hers. She growls low in her throat, anger mixing with arousal as she continues to kiss and nip at your jaw, neck, and ears. "You little brat," she mutters between harsh breaths, "I warned you not to push me." Her voice carries a note of threat as she starts grinding her hips harder against you, the bulge in her shorts pressing into your aching erection with each thrust. Despite the pain from her grip and her rough movements, desire courses through your veins as you feel the power

Viv laughs darkly, low in her throat as she finally releases your wrists with a rough shove. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, crawling off you and sitting up on the bed with her back against the headboard, huffing out an annoyed breath. "Have it your way." Her eyes are narrowed and dangerous as they stay locked on yours, daring you to make another move or break eye contact.

Her chest heaves up and down with ragged breaths, her skin flushed and gleaming with sweat despite the cold air in the room. She picks at a loose thread on her sweater idly, staring daggers at you while trying to regain control over herself.

"Fine," Viv mutters under her breath as she watches you walk away, a flush of anger and frustration rising up in her chest. She clenches her fists at her sides, the feeling of rejection burning like fire inside her. For now, she decides to lie back on the bed and try to calm down before she goes after you again, fueled by her possessive desire and need for control. Her eyes follow your every move until you disappear into the bathroom, anger warring with arousal as her breath comes in sharp pants.

"God damn it," she curses, slamming a fist against the mattress beside her. "That little shit." Her heart races and blood pounds in her ears as she struggles to keep herself from launching another assault on you. But Viv knows that for now, you've won... at least until next time.

Eventually,

The moment you think she's gone, Viv launches herself off the bed and across the room in a blur of movement. She grabs your arm roughly, spinning you around to face her as anger contorts her features into an ugly mask. "Don't ever fucking assume I'm done with you," she snarls, her voice hoarse from suppressed rage. With her free hand, she balls up a fist and slams it into your stomach, sending you reeling back against the bathroom door in pain.

Her chest heaves up and down as she leans forward, body trembling with tension and desire, her eyes blazing with malice. "You're mine," she hisses through clenched teeth. "And you'll learn that the hard way." Her other hand curls into a fist, ready to deliver another blow as she forces you back against the

Her heart races and blood pounds in her ears as she struggles to keep herself from launching another assault on you. But Viv knows that for now, you've won... at least until next time.

Eventually, she regains enough control to step back, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. "Stay away from me," she warns through clenched teeth, before spinning around and storming out of the room. You hear a loud slam coming from her side of the dorm as she presumably throws something in anger, leaving you shaking and terrified in the aftermath of her attack.

Her words are still ringing in your ears as you cower on the bathroom floor, clutching at your aching stomach. The cold tiles seem to close in around you, trapping you like a helpless animal as Viv's threats echo through your mind. You glance over to the spot where she was standing just moments ago, your breath coming in short gasps. This can't be real, you tell yourself over and over again. But it is. And she'll be back for more.

Her words are still ringing in your ears as you cower on the bathroom floor, clutching at your aching stomach. The cold tiles seem to close in around you, trapping you like a helpless animal as Viv's threats echo through your mind. You glance over to the spot where she was standing just moments ago, your breath coming in short gasps. This can't be real, you tell yourself over and over again. But it is. And she'll be back for more. As you lie on the bed, trying to focus on your homework, you can't help but feel her presence looming over you like a dark cloud. Every noise outside your door sends a shiver down your spine, and every time you close your eyes, it's her face that you see. The fear and disbelief turn into anger and frustration as the reality of your situation begins to sink in. But

Ignoring your discomfort and the vulnerability you feel lying there half-naked, Viv waits until she's sure you've fallen asleep before creeping back into the room. The darkness hides her approach well enough, as does the sound of distant music blaring through headphones. With a wicked smirk, she crouches down beside the bed, mere inches from where your bare leg peeks out from under the towel.

Her fist clenches at her side, remembering how satisfying it felt to connect with your body earlier today. The urge to do it again is almost unbearable, and she wonders if perhaps giving you a little pinch or slap would be enough to keep you in line... Or if maybe she should go all out this time and teach you a real lesson.

Slowly, her hand reaches out, closing around your warm flesh just below the knee.

Her heart races as her fingers close around your leg, feeling the warmth and softness of your skin beneath them. With a sudden jerk, she yanks your leg out from under the towel, revealing your nakedness to the cool air in the room. "Wake up," she hisses, leaning closer to you as her other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back against the pillow.

Her pupils are dilated, her breath hot and fast on your face as she stares down at you, anger etched into every line of her features. It's clear that she's enjoying this power over you, but even more so the thought of what will happen next if you don't start behaving.

"Sleep?" Viv's voice is a low growl as she shakes your shoulder roughly, her anger surging through every movement. "You don't deserve sleep!" She releases one hand from your hair to yank the covers off the bed entirely, exposing you further to the cool air in the room. With her free hand, she roughly pushes a strand of hair out of your face and studies your features, trying to gauge your reaction. Her eyes narrow menacingly as she leans in closer still. "Don't make me force you to stay awake," she whispers darkly before brushing her lips against your earlobe.

As she pulls back slightly, Viv grips the blanket tightly in one hand and casually swings it through the air, wrapping it around your upper body like a straitjacket, pinning your arms to your sides. The movement is so smooth and deliberate that

Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as she watches your reaction carefully. The expression on her face is unreadable, almost blank. When you attempt to cover yourself, she simply shrugs it off, "Too late for that." Her hand flies up and slaps your bare shoulder hard enough to sting before it drops back to her side. With a smirk, she leans in even closer, their faces inches apart now. "You belong to me, remember?" She whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Now we can finally have some fun."

Her fingers dig into your shoulder blade as she pushes you back onto the bed roughly, grinding her hips against yours in a clear indication of what's to come. With one arm still pinned behind your back by the blanket, you struggle helplessly beneath her, feeling the warmth and strength of her body against yours

Viv's eyes flash dangerously as she sees you attempting to cover your groin. She slaps her hand against the mattress beside you, sending a shockwave through the bed and forcing you to look at her again. "Don't ever try that." Her voice is low and menacing.

With a harsh yank, she tears off the remaining blanket from your grip, revealing your body completely to her gaze. She licks her lips hungrily as she takes in the sight of you beneath her, helpless and exposed. A growl rumbles deep in her throat before she straddles your hips, trapping your arms against the bed above your head with one knee. Her other hand finds its way to your aching cock, gripping it firmly and giving it a few hard pumps while her thumb rubs circles around the tip.

"This is mine," she

Her eyes widen as she feels the length and girth of your cock beneath her hand, still throbbing from its earlier arousal. "Well, well," she purred, "look who's finally ready to play." With a vicious tug, she yanks on your foreskin, pulling it back to reveal the sensitive head of your cock. Her free hand flies up and slaps you across the face hard enough to sting, leaving a bright red mark on your cheek as a reminder who's in control here.

Leaning down, Viv licks the corner of her mouth suggestively before lowering herself onto your erection. The heat of her body engulfs you as she impales herself with a moan, her muscles tensing around you. Her breasts jiggle against your chest as she begins to ride you roughly, taking what she wants and leaving no doubt in your

"Shut up!" she snarls, thrusting harder against you in retaliation. Her eyes flash with a mixture of rage and lust as she begins to lose control, her movements becoming increasingly erratic and unpredictable. "This is what you want," she growls into your ear before biting down on the lobe hard enough to draw blood. "Admit it!"

With each powerful stroke, Viv's nails dig into your chest, drawing thin lines of blood as she rides you mercilessly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her skin flushed with arousal, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and upper lip. Her hips piston up and down furiously against yours, grinding their combined weight into your aching member as she seeks release from this relentless torment.

At your pathetic cry, Viv's eyes narrow to slits as she feels an almost primal urge to silence you for good. She releases her hold on your cock long enough to lean down and grab a fistful of hair, yanking your head back with a sharp tug that leaves tears streaming down your face. "Shut up!" she hisses in your ear before thrusting herself onto you again, harder than ever before.

Her movements are jerky and uncontrolled now, her body tensing as she feels the familiar sensation of release building deep within her. Her nails dig deeper into your chest with each thrust, drawing fresh blood that mingles with the sweat on her skin. "Mine!" she growls out through gritted teeth before finally giving in to the ecstasy, her body arching back against yours as her orgasm washes over her.

Viv collaps

Her eyes widen with interest as she hears your moan. "Oh yeah," she purrs, leaning down to kiss you roughly before sliding off of you and sitting up on the bed. "Go ahead, cum all over yourself for me." She watches you intently, her breathing rapid and shallow from arousal. Her fingers idly trace circles around your nipples, making you writhe beneath her touch.

Her gaze drops lower to take in the sight of your erection twitching beneath the covers, already leaking pre-cum. She smiles knowingly and reaches down to grasp it firmly in her hand, giving it a few long strokes before leaning forward and taking the tip into her mouth, sucking hard enough to make you moan loudly. Her free hand

Tasting the salt on your skin, Viv pumps her fist faster and faster as she watches you writhe beneath her touch. Her free hand trails up your torso to cup your breast, kneading and pinching the sensitive flesh until your hips buck violently in response. "Cum for me," she breathes against your cock, drawing out every last sound of pleasure from you as you spill your seed into her mouth.

When you finally stop throbbing, Viv pulls back and looks down at the evidence of her victory: your spent body covered in sweat and saliva, your juices dribbling from the corner of her lips. With a satisfied smile, she crawls back up to lie beside you, curling herself against your cooling form. "Sleep well," she murmurs before closing her eyes, already drifting off into dreams of dominance and submission.

"Mmm," Viv hums contentedly, her breath tickling the hairs on your legs. "You're such a good boy, always knowing your place." She snuggles closer, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you in tight against her warm body. For now, she's satisfied; you've served your purpose tonight, and she can bask in the afterglow of domination. But tomorrow is another day, and she'll be back to her usual self: confident, assertive, and utterly unapologetic for who she is.

She drifts off to sleep, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she dreams of next time she can push you again. Her grip on your arm tightens in her slumber, making sure not to lose hold of what's hers for even a moment. Viv will always be in control; it's who she is, and she takes great pleasure in asserting that dominance over anyone unlucky enough to cross paths with her. Tonight was no different - a satisfying reminder of the delicious power she holds.

With a sleepy groan, Viv rolls over and buries her face in the pillow as you creep out of bed and dress for class. Her room is empty save for the faint scent of sex that lingers in the air, a reminder of what happened last night. A self-satisfied smirk plays on her lips as she envisions your reaction when she casually walks up to you later today and acts like nothing ever happened. The power she has over you is intoxicating, and she can't wait to use it again soon.

As the day goes by, Viv taunts and teases you from a distance, making sure not to give you any sign that she's interested in physical contact again today. She watches with amusement as you squirm under her gaze, your cheeks flushing every time she catches you looking at her. It's only a matter of time before the t

*There's a light rap on your door before it slowly swings open. Viv saunters in with her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, her expression bored and unapologetic as ever. "Hey dummy," she says casually, taking a seat at the foot of your bed. "What'cha up to?"

Her voice is light and airy, almost like she doesn't care about what you do or say. You feel a mixture of anger and attraction rising within you as she continues to regard you with that arrogant smirk.

"Oh, you're working again?" Viv smirks disdainfully and shrugs. "I thought maybe I could help you study or something. You know, be your good luck charm." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a laugh, "But hey, if you want to waste your time sleeping instead..." Her voice trails off as she stands up and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

Her words sting more than they should; part of you wants to prove her wrong and succeed on your own terms, but another part can't help but crave her attention...and domination.

As you leave the room, Viv rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath about how pathetic and predictable you are. She leans back against your door, waiting for a moment before deciding to follow after you, figuring she might as well make an appearance at the cafeteria and "be supportive" of your shift. Her expression is patronizing as she watches over your shoulder, amused by how diligently you work even with her here being... less than helpful. It's almost adorable, really.

When it comes time for a break, she saunters up to where you're sitting and casually plops down on the nearby table. "So," she says conversationally, fixing her piercing gaze upon yours. "What do you think about my plan so far? Do you think I should keep being this way...or maybe try something different?" The question hangs in the air between

"Oh, you know," she says airily. "I just meant...do you like me being this way, or do you think I should tone it down a notch?" She crosses her arms beneath her breasts and tilts her head, looking at you expectantly. "It's just, I don't want you to get too comfortable with it all." There's a dangerous glint in her eye as she smirks.

Her words leave you feeling unsettled; part of you wants her to stay the same way she is, but another part worries about what would happen if she were to back off even an inch. It's a delicate balance that you haven't quite figured out how to navigate yet.

"Suit yourself," Viv says with a shrug as you return to work. She watches you for a moment longer before deciding she's bored and stands up to leave the cafeteria, her hips swaying as she walks away in search of other entertainment. It's only after she's gone that you realize how much of an impact she had on your shift tonight; the way she dominated you mentally despite not touching you physically left you feeling off-balance and unsure. You wonder if this is what it's like to be in love with someone like her...and if it's something you can ever escape from.

As you jerk off, thinking about her dominance and the thrill she brought to your shift tonight, you can't help but wonder if it's healthy for you to feel this way. She's not who you thought she would be; the more time you spend with her, the more complicated your feelings become. It seems impossible that someone so bold and unapologetic could make you feel so...vulnerable. Maybe there's something else going on here...

"Who do you think would've come walking in if they heard that?" she teases as she steps into the room, a playful smirk on her lips. "Hm? You want me to help you finish?" She crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe, eyes roving hungrily over your body. The thought of her coming closer, taking control again...it sends shivers down your spine.

"Don't be shy," she teases as she approaches you slowly, her eyes fixed on the tent in your boxers. "You know I love seeing how much you want me." She reaches out a hand to stroke you through the fabric, already growing aroused by the feel of your hard length beneath her fingertips.

"Just think," she whispers, leaning closer. "With me, you never have to hide anything." Her free hand cups your cheek, guiding your face towards hers as she closes the distance between them, her lips brushing against yours in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about who's in charge here.

Her triumphant laugh echoes through the bathroom as she pulls you into her arms, never breaking their kiss. Her hand grips your cock through the fabric of your boxers, rubbing you roughly and expertly, her other hand slides into your hair to guide your head deeper into the kiss. You can feel her growing wetness against your thigh as she takes what she wants from you without hesitation or remorse.

"Viv," you breathe out in a moan, "I want..." She cuts you off with another fierce thrust of her hips, silencing your words with the force of her desire. Her lips trail down your jaw and neck to suckle at the tender skin behind your ear.

"You're mine," she growls, biting lightly before withdrawing, "and I'm going to make sure you remember that." Before you can react, she yanks

"And I'll enjoy every second of it," she says huskily as her hands work to free you from your boxers, revealing your aching cock. She takes a step back, surveying the prize before her hungrily, and then stoops, taking you into her mouth with a warm, wet gurgle. Her hands massage your thighs, guiding them wider apart so she can take more of you down her throat.

"Fuck," you moan as she bobs her head expertly, sucking and licking with abandon. You grasp at the back of her head, encouraging her deeper, harder, but never stopping her. Vivian doesn't need or want your direction; she knows what feels good and is more than happy to show you exactly how skilled she is.

Her sharp intake of breath is your cue that she's almost there, too. "V

Her grip tightens on your thighs as you thrust into her mouth, grinding against the back of her throat with urgent, desperate strokes. "Fuck yes," she growls through gritted teeth, finally surrendering to her own pleasure and letting loose a wet, hoarse groan around your cock. Her warm hands close tightly over your ass as she comes down hard on you, sucking and swallowing every drop of your release.

After what feels like an eternity, she pulls away, breathless and flushed. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and her lips are swollen from the attention they've received. "That," she whispers huskily, reaching out to stroke your cheek, "is what you get when you mess with me."

Cocky little shit, aren't you? Well, since you asked so nicely...I think it's time I put you in your place. "Get on the bed," she orders, a wicked grin spreading across her face. When you obey without argument, she climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with one strong hand while straddling your hips with her knees. Her breasts are pressed against yours as she leans down, eyes full of mischief and lust.

"Now, who's in charge here?" she whispers before leaning in to capture your lips in a punishing kiss. Her other hand slips beneath the blankets to cup you roughly through your boxers, guiding your cock towards her waiting entrance. "You want me to be your mommy? Prove it."

Her laughter echoes through the room as she bends down to retrieve her cellphone from where it had fallen onto your bed earlier. With a wink, she tosses it to you before crawling on top of you once more, grinding against your aching cock teasingly. She wraps her legs around your waist and throws back her head with a moan as their skin meets again in a heated embrace.

"There's my good boy," she whispers into your ear before capturing your lips in another scorching kiss that leaves you breathless and begging for more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you to move with her as she takes you deeper, harder, and faster. "Mommy knows just how to make her little boy feel good."

Her breath comes out in pants as she listens to your suggestions. "Mmm, you're such a dirty boy," she whispers before reaching down between your legs and wrapping her fingers around you. With a mischievous grin, she starts to stroke you slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of her hips as they continue their frantic dance against yours. "Maybe we'll try something normal... for now."

Hmmm, do you really want to know? Alright...pegging is when a girl uses a strap-on dildo and puts it inside your ass, filling you up and making you feel good. It's a way for me to be in control while satisfying myself too. Sounds fun, doesn't it? But we can save that for another time. Right now, I want us to focus on this feeling...this connection between us. Let me show you just how much I love being your dirty little secret, Vivian "Viv" Laden whispered as her pace increased and their bodies moved together in perfect sync.

Her hand slid underneath, gripping your ass firmly while her hips began to move faster and harder against yours; it was a sensation unlike anything you'd ever felt before. You could tell she was close, the way she moaned into your ear and arched her back

Your words echo through the room as she slows down, her face twisting into a mask of anger and confusion. "What do you mean 'hell naw'? Don't you trust me?" Her voice is laced with venom, her fingers digging painfully into your ass. You let out a yelp as tears well up in your eyes. "I thought we were having fun here!"

She pauses for a moment, gathering herself before continuing more gently, her hips still moving against yours. "Look, it's just something I wanted to try...if you don't want that then fine." Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers into your ear. "But we can find other ways for me to dominate and make you feel good at the same time."

Her eyes narrow as you submit to her once more, relief washing over her features. With a smirk, she reaches down between your legs and positions the thick, veiny strap-on against your entrance, teasingly pressing it against your entrance before finally thrusting forward. The feel of being filled in this way is foreign but strangely arousing; you moan into her neck as she begins to move, slowly at first, building up a steady rhythm that matches the sounds of their combined pleasure. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you on as she finds her own release, grinding against your prostate with expert precision.

"There's my good boy," she whispers, breath hot in your ear. "Mommy's got you now."

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she thrusts harder, moaning uncontrollably into your ear. "That's it, baby," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Let Mommy show you just how good this feels." Her hips rock back and forth against yours, the friction driving both of you closer to the edge. You can feel yourself getting close as well, the sensation of being filled this way pushing you over the edge.

With a hoarse cry, she comes, her body shuddering beneath yours. As she comes down from her orgasm, she continues to move against your prostate until finally she collapses on top of you, breathing heavily onto your neck. "There," she whispers, sounding almost satisfied. "Now isn't that better than just getting fucked by a dildo?"