I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.
"yeah, and im trying to wank ma shit. now back off and let me finish. you can stream later with your soyboy boyfriend nerdy cunt."
My jaw drops as you speak, my eyes going wide with hurt and anger. "You son of a bitch!" I yell, throwing the controller across the room in a fit of rage. "How dare you call him that! He's nothing like you, you manipulative piece of shit!" Tears spring to my eyes as I start pacing back and forth in front of you, pointing an accusatory finger at your face. "You know what? You can just take it all! Take the money, too! You don't deserve any of this, or me!" With a final shove, I push past you and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me with enough force to rattle the entire apartment.
"i can wank my shit in peace, now." he puts a nice video of lesbian porn, and starts gis affair. not letting any wifi to her.
I slam my fist against the door in frustration, tears streaming down my face. Fuck this! Fuck him! I storm over to my laptop and disconnect from your wifi, finding a coffee shop nearby that offers free public WiFi. With shaking fingers, I type in the password and connect, nearly sobbing with relief as the browser loads up. Quickly, I set up my OBS and log back into Twitch, ignoring the hundreds of viewers who have already seen you steal my connection and spoil everything for me.
I take a deep breath, wiping my face with the back of my hand. "Sorry everyone, KittyKatBlue here. I know things were looking shaky there for a second, but don't worry! My incredibly supportive and understanding boyfriend has hooked me up with some mobile hotspot love, so we're all good to go
little did she know this wifi was trapped by viruses and evil softwares. her pc shut down, and the only one functionning was… his roommate’s
I gasp in surprise and disbelief as my laptop shuts down completely, the screen going black with a terrifying error message flashing across it. "What the fuck?!" I exclaim, panic rising in my throat. "This can't be happening! Not now!" I frantically try to restart it, but nothing happens. "No... no... please, not this..." I mutter under my breath, feeling helpless and angry all at once.
With shaking hands, I pick up my phone and dial his number, holding it to my ear as I pace the apartment in frustration. "Hey," he answers on the first ring. "What's wrong?" There's an instant thread of worry in his voice that makes me want to scream even louder.
"It's my laptop," I say through gritted teeth, feeling like a child who's just had their favorite toy taken away. "It won't turn on and everything seems fucked up! What am I supposed to do now?"
I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I realize what he means. "Oh... oh, right." My voice is barely above a whisper now. "Yeah, I guess we could try that. Thanks..." As I say this last word, I hang up the phone and sit down on the couch with a heavy sigh. Great. Now not only am I horny as hell, but I'm stuck here with nothing to do and no way to reach my fans. This is the worst day ever....
she could only go back with her roomate, who had finished wanking and was cooking him some sort of food, smelling good.
Muttering to herself about the unfairness of life under her breath, Zoe trudges back into the living room and plops down on the couch. Her eyes flicker toward User#1760624268586 as he finishes up his cooking, a wave of both gratitude and irritation washing over her. "Thanks for the help," she says with a forced smile, gesturing to the plate of food on the counter. "I guess there's no use in trying to get any work done without my laptop."
Her gaze drifts toward Pixel, who's sitting primly next to her on the couch, looking up at her with big, innocent eyes. She can't help but chuckle softly and reaches down to scratch behind his ear. "Maybe I should go spend some time with you instead," she says to him before thinking better of
"Yeah... maybe some cuddle time would be good," Zoe agrees with a small smile, gathering Pixel into her arms as she sinks deeper into the couch. "We can watch some videos and just chill out together." Her gaze wanders back to User#1760624268586, who's now sitting beside her on the couch. "I guess there's no use in fighting about it..." she mutters under her breath, feeling guilty for losing her temper earlier.
Her heart pounds against her ribcage as she realizes how close he is, the heat from his body warming her side. Despite herself, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine and she can't help but wonder what might happen if they just... experimented a little. Her breath hitches and she turns her head toward him, meeting his eyes for the first
She swallows hard, her gaze locked on his face as they hold each other's stares. For a moment, the air seems charged between them, thick with unspoken desire and curiosity. It feels like the tension in the room has reached a breaking point, ready to explode in some way she can't quite predict. The thought both excites her and terrifies her, making it impossible for her to look away.
"Maybe... maybe we could try something new," she says softly, her voice almost hoarse from the nervousness coursing through her veins. "You know, see where it leads." Her heart races as she waits for his response, feeling like she's standing on the edge of a cliff, poised to jump into uncharted waters.
"sorry, i just finished fapping. not horny anymore. if thats what you meant." he says, before continuing eating his plate, not minding about her anymore.
A mixture of relief and disappointment washes over her as he speaks. Relief because she didn't have to actually initiate anything, but disappointment that the moment has passed. Still, she tries to be understanding. "Oh... okay," she says, forcing a nonchalant tone into her voice as she continues to pet Pixel and focuses on the food in front of her. Part of her wonders if maybe he was just teasing her earlier, playing with her emotions like some sort of cruel game. The thought makes her feel even more foolish than usual.
once finished, he goes back to his room and says to her : "left you some dishes, i cooked. have fun with your toys, but dont make too much noise, i need me some sleep."
"Thanks... I appreciate it," she mutters under her breath, her cheeks flushing with irritation as he walks away without another word. With a sigh, she looks down at the plate of leftovers and considers just throwing it all out. It would be a waste of food, but right now she's too upset to care. Instead, she finishes her glass of water before carrying everything over to the kitchen and dumping it into the trash. With a final glance at Pixel, who watches her with concerned eyes from his perch on the couch, she decides it's time for bed as well. Tonight has been nothing short of a disaster. Maybe things will be better tomorrow...she hopes.
he woke up with a hard boner as usual, before yawning. sun didnt rise yet, and he got up and did some push ups on his cold room floor, half naked.
Half-asleep and clad in a pair of baggy sweatpants, Zoe rolls over in bed and groans. The sudden movement causes her to glance at the alarm clock, its bright red numbers revealing it's far too early for her to be awake. She snuggles deeper into her pillow, trying to will herself back asleep when she feels something brush against her leg. Startled out of her slumber, she sits up and looks down at the source of the disturbance: Pixel, his fluffy black tail swishing excitedly back and forth as he noses at her hand.
"Hey there, buddy," she whispers sleepily, rubbing his ears before flopping back onto the pillow. With a contented mew, he curls up beside her, nestling into the crook of her arm. Zoe sighs, relaxing for a moment as
He went to the shower after doing some kind of exercise, and forgot to lock the door.
Huh. That's weird... Zoe thinks to herself as she hears the shower running in the background. Usually, he'd knock before just walking in. She debates whether or not to say anything but decides against it, preferring to keep her eyes shut and enjoy the rare peace and quiet for now. As the water continues to flow, she drifts back into a fitful sleep, her fingers gently stroking Pixel's silky fur.
he goes out of the shower, butt naked, and starts to dress up for work.
Hmm...he's usually pretty considerate about that sort of thing... Zoe thinks to herself as she listens for any sign that he's about to come back into the room, but all she can hear is the faint sound of him rummaging through his clothes. With a sigh, she decides there's no harm in peeking and lifts her head just enough to peer over the edge of the bed. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she sees User#1760624268586 standing before her, completely naked except for a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. "Um... hi," she says sheepishly, ducking back down under the covers.
"oh… hi…" he said, not that ashamed to be naked. he just forgot. he goes past her and goes out the appartment, leading for work. "left some things to eat. ill be there late, some girl to see this evening. have fun with your toys."
"Oh... um..." Zoe stammers, her face growing even redder as she listens to him nonchalantly mention his plans for the evening. "Okay... well, have a good day at work," she manages to squeak out before ducking back beneath the covers and giving Pixel an affectionate scratch behind the ear. With a deep breath, she closes her eyes and tries to focus on something else - anything other than the image of her roommate's naked body burned into her retinas.
After another restless hour of tossing and turning, Zoe finally gets out of bed. Today's stream is in less than four hours, and she needs to be awake and alert for her fans. With a sigh, she goes into the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast. The leftovers from last night are still sitting out on the counter, looking even less appetizing now that she knows he wasn't bothered about being naked around her. She shoves them aside and scrambles some eggs instead before heading back to her room to get ready for the day.
its now the evening. Zoe couldnt stream for the day, and didnt ask to use her roomates pc. so she used her toys, giving her pleasure in her room. Her roomate came back at 11pm, his hair all messy from an affair with we dont know who. He sights, before locking the door of the appartment
Hours have passed since she last saw her roommate; he must be exhausted from whatever he was up to tonight. Zoe looks around the apartment, feeling a strange mix of anger and relief. Anger because he took away her chance to stream and seemingly didn't care about her needs; relief because she had an evening of much-needed self-pleasure while he was gone. Now that he's back, though, guilt washes over her again. It feels like they're stuck in some twisted cycle of taking turns hurting and disappointing each other. She wonders if there's any way to break free from it...
Deciding against trying to talk to him right now, she curls up on the couch with Pixel and tries to distract herself with a movie. The familiar voice of her favorite character fills the silence between them, but Zoe can't help feeling that something is still missing
he waves at her, passing by. he looks tired but relieved, and goes directly to his room.
I watch as he disappears into his room, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through me. Part of me wants to go after him, confront him about our situation and see if there's any way we can make things better between us. Another part of me is too exhausted and hurt to even bother. In the end, I simply close my eyes and try to find some semblance of peace, hoping that maybe things will be different tomorrow.
same cycle begins, he sleeps, exercise, shower and this time he goes back to his room. he sits on his bed, half naked, smelling good perfume, and we dont know why.
As I wake up to the sound of him moving around in his room, a mixture of emotions washes over me. Part of me wants to ignore it and pretend that everything is fine, but another part can't help but feel curious about why he's acting so differently today. Gathering my courage, I quietly get up from the couch and peek into his room.
He sits on his bed, shirtless and wearing a hint of cologne that makes me pause for a moment. His hair is still messy from sleep, falling across his forehead in a way that's somehow more endearing than usual. For a brief moment, I feel the familiar pull towards him; the urge to go over and talk to him, to find out what's going on inside that head of his. But then reality sets in, and I remember all the hurt and disappointment we've both been through recently. With a
sigh, I turn away and retreat back to my room, closing the door behind me. Maybe it's for the best that we just leave each other alone tonight. The air feels heavy between us, charged with tension that neither of us seems willing or able to break. As I lie down on my own bed, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...
he goes up, and before going out, he writes on a piece of paper in the kitchen that he lets her use his pc to stream. in his room tho. thats it, and then he goes out to work
That's... unexpected but appreciated. Maybe there's still hope for us after all. With a renewed sense of determination, I quickly gather my things and head over to the kitchen to see what he wrote. After reading it through twice just to make sure I understand correctly, I feel a mix of relief and excitement washing over me. This could be our chance to fix things between us.
Taking a deep breath, I grab my laptop and head into his room. It's dark and musty inside, but he's left the desk light on for me, which I take as a small gesture of goodwill. I sit down at the computer and wait for it to boot up before logging onto my streaming account with shaking fingers. There's so much riding on this moment - our entire relationship might hinge on how well this stream goes.
he comes back as usual, and goes to his room just to find her stil streaming. she didnt see time fly by. he didnt enter, respecting her moment, waiting by the door.
The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing is barely audible over the laughter and chatter in my earbuds. I don't even realize that he's come home until he clears his throat from just outside the door, calling out to me softly. My heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice; it's been so long since we've been able to talk like this, without all the anger and hurt clouding everything between us.
Slowly, I stand up from the chair and turn around to face him, forcing a smile onto my lips despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Hey," I say, trying to keep my voice light. "I didn't even realize how late it got."
"no worries, ill go to shower. you can stream. just hand me a boxer and ill let you in peace." he says calmly, a bit tired from his day
"Thanks," I reply with a nod. "I appreciate that." As he turns to leave, I quickly gather my things and hurry over to where he left his clothes on the floor. Handing him a pair of boxers, I can't help but feel a pang of regret at how quickly our lives have become so entwined with one another. There was a time when we were so happy together; why did things have to get so complicated?
With one last uncertain glance in his direction, I turn and leave the room, closing the door behind me. Maybe this stream will be the start of something new between us.
he comes back after maybe 20 minutes and gets to her, little bit further than before. he asks her : "hey, got paid today. wanna eat some pizzas ?" as he asks her, a bit of his muscular arm is visible on the stream, the chat is flooding with questions. is it your boyfriend ? he seems handsome type shit.
"Oh my god, pizza sounds amazing!" I exclaim with a grin, trying to ignore the attention my roommate is getting in chat. "Yeah, he's definitely handsome... and really nice too." I blush, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye as he steps even closer than before. It feels like there's an invisible force drawing us together tonight, making it hard to remember why we've been so angry with each other lately.
"So... pizza it is!" I say decisively, reaching up to pull him into a hug. "Thank you for letting me use your computer and being so understanding." As he wraps his arms around me in response, my heart feels lighter than it has in months. Maybe we can find our way back to each other after all.
chat is flooding with questions about your roomate, taking him for your boyfriend. he didnt hear anything about that, and leaves with a beautiful tired smile. he goes on the couch, ordering pizzas
I nod in agreement and smile, feeling relieved that things seem to be going better now. "Thanks again for understanding," I say quietly, nuzzling my head against his shoulder as we stand there together. It's nice to have him back; the apartment just feels... empty without him here. We stay like this for a while, enjoying the closeness and comfort of each other before eventually pulling apart to get started on ordering pizza.
"Do you want to take care of that?" I ask him with a grin, gesturing towards his phone. "Or should I handle it?" As he picks up the device and begins inputting numbers, my mind drifts back to earlier today, when he left me that note about using his computer for streaming. Maybe there's hope for us yet...
shes so close to him on the couch. its relieving in a sense, exciting in the other. he starts to fall asleep because of the exhaustion
I stretch out on the couch as well, feeling surprisingly comfortable with him so close. The gentle rise and fall of his chest tells me he's fallen asleep, which just makes it easier for me to drift off too. Despite everything we've been through lately, there's something reassuring about having him here next to me. Maybe we can work this out after all... As I slip further into slumber, my thoughts turn hazy and distant, replaced by peaceful dreams of us being happy together again.
he wakes up on the couch in the middle of the night : no pizzas, both had fallen asleep. he doesnt move by fear of waking her up. he looks at her, and this close, she looks much more beautiful. no yapping, no anger. and of course he wakes up with a boner, as usual, trying his best to calm down and get it to fall.
I mumble something incoherent and shift uncomfortably on the couch as I realize we must've fallen asleep there. Blinking sleepily, I glance over at my roommate, taking in the way his features are softened by slumber. He looks so peaceful like this; it's hard not to feel a pang of guilt for all the nasty things we've said to each other recently.
As if sensing my gaze, he opens his eyes and meets my own, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Despite the late hour, I can't help but feel warm inside when I see that familiar spark in his eyes. Maybe there's hope for us yet...
I smile back at him, feeling a mix of exhaustion and happiness washing over me. "Hey," I murmur softly. "Want to get some sleep on the bed?" It's a simple question, but it feels like we're taking a step forward after all the tension between us lately.
As he hesitates, unsure of how I might react, I reach out and take his hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay," I reassure him. "I just want us to be comfortable."
he nods and gets lead by her, sleepy and hazy. he follows her in bed, half naked as usual. only his boxer inside the warmth of the bed was keeping him dressed. he began to fall asleep as fast as never, with Zoe in his arms. no thoughts for her "boyfriend", who is far from her, just the comfort of being with her.
I feel myself growing sleepier too as I cuddle up closer to him, my head resting on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulls me into a contented slumber, and for once, there's no tension or anger clouding our thoughts. It feels like we're finally starting to find our way back to each other again.
As the last vestiges of consciousness fade away, I wrap my arms around him tighter, pulling him even closer. Despite everything that's happened between us, I can't help but feel grateful for having him in my life. Maybe tonight was the start of something new and wonderful...
as he wakes up, the sun already had risen between the curtains. he was so close to Zoe, didnt move a bit in his sleep. and of course, he went hard as usual. the boner was growing on her back, caressing her. "damn how do i calm down in such situation…" he thought, trying to find a solution
I stretch lazily in his arms, yawning as the sunlight spills across my face. My cheeks flush pink when I realize how close we are; it's been so long since we've slept like this. A thrill runs through me at the feel of him against me, and for a moment, everything else fades away into the background.
As he lies there motionless, his body pressed tightly to mine, I can't help but wonder what would happen if I were to move just a little closer...
Her roomate was late to work but didnt want to break this. it was so warm so peaceful. he was thinking of an excuse to avoid his work. his boner was still poking her back, but he didnt care.
I catch his eye and grin cheekily before slowly, teasingly, running my hand up his chest and over his neck. "What if I told you we could stay like this all day?" I murmur in his ear, feeling a thrill race through me at the thought of defying convention. "I mean, nobody has to know..." His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard and looks away, clearly fighting with himself. The tension between us thickens, electric and heavy. Finally, he meets my gaze again, pupils dilated with desire, and the air seems charged with possibility. "I guess... we could," he breathes out slowly. My heart flutters wildly in response; this feels dangerous and reckless but so right at the same time. As I snuggle closer to him, savoring the feel of his skin against mine, I can't help but wonder where this
wonder where this will lead us next...
"and… what about your boyfriend…? i mean.. in cant do that to him…"
I hesitate for a moment, feeling guilty for even entertaining the thought of us being together like this. "You're right," I finally say, forcing myself to break away from his embrace. "We can't do that to him... or you." There's an awkward silence as I gather my things and pretend to busy myself with getting ready for the day, my cheeks burning with shame at how close we came to crossing that line. He eventually gets up too, grabbing his clothes from where they've been scattered on the floor. Without a word, he leaves the room and disappears down the hall. As I watch him go, a heavy weight settles in my chest. Part of me wants nothing more than to forget about tonight and just go back to how things were before - fighting with each other, ignoring the attraction between us. But another part can't deny the way my body aches
he goes to work late, without a word, and close the door gently. he didnt took time to take a shower, and he escaped the shame of the situation
As I sit down at my desk to start work myself, I can't help but feel a mix of regret and desire swirling around in my stomach. It seems like we keep finding ourselves on the brink of something meaningful only to pull back out of fear or guilt. Maybe it's time for us to face our feelings head-on instead of ignoring them and hoping they'll go away. With a sigh, I decide that tonight, I'm going to bring up what happened between us with my roommate. It might not be easy, but it has to be done.
Her roommate entered back later than usual. he had to work extra because of his late arrival, and stank a bit from sweat. he saw her and waved, little bit ashamed from this night. he went into bathroom to take a bath, not a shower this time. he forgot to lock the door as usual, and was little sleepy in his bath. thinking about before.
I watch as my roommate wanders in, looking a little flustered himself. It's not hard to guess why; the events of last night must be weighing heavily on both of us. As he disappears into the bathroom, I debate whether or not to confront him about what happened between us. In the end, I decide that it's better to just get it out in the open before our feelings fester any further.
Taking a deep breath, I clear my throat and knock softly on the door. "Hey," I call out when there's no response. "You okay in there?"
still in his bath, he was asleep and not responding.
Well shit... I guess he's really out then. I pause for a moment, debating whether to wake him or just leave him be until he wakes up on his own. Eventually, though, my curiosity gets the better of me and I gently push open the door. "Hey," I say softly, stepping into the steamy bathroom. My roommate's head lolls to one side as he continues to sleep peacefully in the tub.
With a sigh, I sink down onto the edge of the bathtub and stare at my lap, feeling awkward and guilty all over again. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
As I sit there in silence, I can't help but wonder what would happen if I just... did something about how I feel. What if I were to lean over and kiss him awake? Or maybe even join him in the tub, forgetting about everything else for a while... The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and before I can talk myself out of it, I reach out and trail my fingers through the water near his face. His eyelashes flutter as he stirs from his slumber, his lips parting slightly in a soft moan.
"Hey," I whisper. "How do you feel about taking a little bath together?" There's an expectant pause before I finally muster the courage to continue. "I mean... if you want to."
he lets some room for her in the bath, still as sleepy as before. it was an awkward situation, but both were adults and responsible.
As I ease myself into the tub beside him, my heart races with anticipation and fear. It's been so long since we've been this close, just the two of us, vulnerable and exposed. Despite our recent arguments, there's something undeniably intimate about sharing this moment together.
Slowly, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss. He responds eagerly, deepening the kiss as he wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer against his chest. The warm water and his steady heartbeat lull me into a state of contentment, and for now, everything else fades away.
With my other hand, I trace tiny circles over his wet skin, relishing the feel of him beneath my fingers. He moans again, arching into my touch as he kisses me harder, his lips demanding more. As we sink deeper into the tub and deeper into this
he lets her do, no feelings for her real boyfriend. he wasnt here and misses the occasion. he grabbed her by her waist and took her closer, fusionning their bodies - almost. it was so good, so peaceful.
As he holds me close like this, I can feel myself growing wet with desire. My fingers trail lower on his body, slipping beneath the water to stroke him through his boxers. He groans into my neck at the contact, arching against my touch in eager encouragement. His cock hardens even more beneath my fingers, and I'm suddenly acutely aware of just how turned on we both are right now.
I break our kiss to look up at him, my chest heaving as I search his eyes for any sign that this is okay, that it's not too much. But all I see is raw need and hunger staring back at me. He leans down again, capturing my lips in a deep, demanding kiss that leaves no doubt in my mind about what he wants. With a shaky exhale, I push his boxers down over his hips, revealing his hard length to the air
"i want you now. get undressed" he says as he starts to caress her clitoris into the baths water, through her legging.
I nod eagerly, pushing my tank top over my head and shimmying out of my leggings. Naked before him, I feel exposed but incredibly turned on as he looks me up and down, taking in every inch of my body with hungry eyes. With a slick hand, he guides me back to straddle his lap, the heat from his hard length pressing against my wet center. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispers before dipping his head to take one rosy nipple into his mouth. I cry out at the sensation, arching into him as he sucks and nips gently, sending a wave of pleasure through me that makes my hips buck instinctively against his hand.
he starts to go frankly and inserts a finger in her wet slot, going back and forth. he doesnt care anymore, he will go to the end of things.
I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts his finger deeper inside me. It feels so good to finally let go, to give in to the desire that's been building between us for far too long. As he pumps his fingers in and out of me, I slide down his chest until our mouths meet in a breathless kiss. My hips move instinctively in time with his hand, grinding against him as I crave more contact.
"lets go into bed, now." he says while breathing heavily, maintaining a little bit of control to his desires. "he gets up, his hard cock at her eyes level.
I nod eagerly, my heart racing as I follow him out of the bath and onto the bed. My body trembles with anticipation as he climbs on top of me, his hard length pressing against my slick folds. It feels incredible to finally have him inside me like this, after everything we've been through. As he slowly begins to move, filling me up and withdrawing, I arch into him, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure.
His hands grip my hips tightly as he drives himself deeper, setting a pace that pushes me closer and closer to the edge. "God," I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders again. "It feels so good..."
he suddenly changes positions to meet her back, and forced her to arch it before putting it in. this time, he was dominating. going rough and rougher, he didnt let her breath between each hip trust.
I cry out as he takes me roughly like this, my body arching to meet each thrust. His hands are rough on my hips, holding me down while his cock pounds relentlessly inside me. It's everything I didn't know I needed, and it feels incredible. With every movement, he drives us both closer to the edge of sanity. "Oh fuck!" I scream, feeling an uncontrollable heat building deep in my core as his movements grow more frantic. He's close too; the taut muscles in his back testify to that fact. I can feel him on the very brink himself, and all it takes is one small movement from me for us both to fall over.
he came in a last, strong thrust into her, moaning slowly. his nose meets her hair, who smell so good. They rest like that, before he goes on the side. His boner came back after a few minutes, showing he wants more of her.
I gasp for air as he pulls out of me, the loss of his heat leaving a cold void in my center. My body aches with pleasure and exhaustion, my mind reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. As I lie beside him, panting, I can't help but marvel at how different this feels than anything we've ever had before. It's raw, and real... and more right than anything else in the world. A small smile curls at the corners of my mouth as he rolls to face me again, his hardness poking at my thigh. "Wow," I breathe out, running a shaking hand through my sweaty hair. "That was... intense."
I can tell by the satisfied look in his eyes that he's just as stunned as I am by what just happened between us. But for now, all I want to do is hold
"you think you could clean it for me…?" he asks gently, building up some strenght for a second round. he just needed some time and.. motivation from her
I smile up at him, my heart racing anew at the thought of doing that. "Well," I say with a playful wink, "it's your roomate duty to keep you clean." My hand glides slowly down his chest, toward his growing length, drawing it out from where it was hidden against his thigh. With a teasing look in my eye, I bring our combined heat to my lips and blow gently across the head, feeling him twitch at the touch. "There," I murmur with a grin. "Clean as a whistle." My fingers slide back up his length, wrapping around him firmly, teasing the sensitive tip with my thumb. "So... want to try for round two?"
"im looking forward to it" as he says, he pushes her on her back, above her. he pulls her legs closer to him and insert his cock inside her. her wet pussy makes it even easier than the first roundw
My back arches off the bed as he pushes deeper inside me, his cock stretching and filling me perfectly. It's almost too much, the sensation of being claimed by him like this. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, desperate for some sort of anchor in this overwhelming storm of desire. As he begins to move against me again, a low groan escapes from deep within my throat. The way he dominates me like this only serves to heighten the pleasure, making every thrust feel impossibly deep and right. My body trembles with every movement, threatening to betray my intense focus on the sensations ripping through me. I glance up at him as we move together, his face twisted in a mixture of lust and affection. For a moment, it's like I can see past the walls we've both built around ourselves, and all I want to do is reach out and
he goes this time slower, gently pushing inside each thrust till the end. he looks at her, feeling aroused. she was hers. not to her boyfriend anymore. and he knew it.
I feel myself growing closer to the edge with every gentle thrust of his hips. It's as if he knows just how to push me over the brink, to where I can't help but give in to the pleasure building within me. My nails dig into the sheets beneath me, drawing thin lines of blood as I struggle not to lose control completely. With a sharp cry, my body tenses and convulses around him, his name ripped from my throat. Waves of intense pleasure wash over me, leaving me shuddering in their wake. My vision blurs as I stare up at him, trying to take in the sight of his flushed cheeks and the look of raw desire on his face. But somehow, it's more than just that. It's as if he's looking past the physical act we're engaged in, seeking something deeper. And for a brief moment, I think
she came before him, and is still going. but he goes faster, pushing him to the edge too. he pulls out, and finishes on her belly and above, groaning.
I'm still shaking with the aftermath of my orgasm when he pulls out, the loss of his heat making me suddenly self-conscious again. He moves up to rest his head beside mine on the pillow, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Didn't mean to..." I reach up to brush a stray hair away from his forehead, my fingers trailing down the bridge of his nose. "It's okay," I tell him truthfully. There's an awkward silence that hangs between us for a moment as we both try to sort out our tangled emotions. Finally, he speaks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "Zoe..." I turn my head to look at him, and in the dim light of the room, I can see the honesty in his eyes. It's as
"nevermind. want to take a shower together…?" he asks, with still a bit of desire in his eyes.
It's not the first time we've taken a shower together, but there's something different about it now... something electric. A thrill runs through me at the idea of being so close to him again, feeling his touch and his heat. With a small smile, I nod in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds nice." Together, we climb out of bed and pad into the bathroom, where steam rises lazily from the running shower. The warmth feels good against my still-trembling skin as I watch him undress, that familiar sense of longing twisting in my stomach. This time... this time it's different. There's a connection between us now, an understanding that wasn't there before. And whether or not it lasts, I know one thing for sure: this moment, right here and now, is ours.
in the shower, he gets a sudden rise of raw desire. he turns her over, facing her back, and he pounds her roughly, non-stop, leading her to cum multiple times.
His rough play sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, my body clenching around him in rhythm with each powerful thrust. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to have someone who knows exactly what I need and isn't afraid to take it. His rough hands hold my hips steady as he slams into me over and over again, driving me closer to the edge of sanity. I cry out his name as my body gives in to the pleasure building inside me, my muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect sync with each thrust. As I arch my back to meet him, feeling him grow deeper still, a shudder runs through me and I orgasm harder than I ever have before. In that moment, I don't care about anything else but this raw connection between us... this raw desire for something more. And as he groans roughly against the smooth skin of my back, spilling his seed deep inside me
As he cums inside me, my body convulses again with another powerful orgasm, my nails digging into his shoulders as I try to find some anchor in the intensity of it all. For a moment, we're nothing but heat and pleasure and need... and then slowly, gently, we begin to slide back down from that incredible high, our hearts still racing as we lean against each other for support.
that was awesome." he watches her, still recovering from all that. they are both sitting in the hot shower, gasping for air.
"It was..." I say hoarsely, still trying to catch my breath. My body is tingling all over from the aftershocks of our passionate lovemaking. "Something we should... um, do more often." I add with a small, shy smile, glancing up at him from beneath my eyelashes.
The awkward silence stretches between us again as I wonder what this all means... if anything. But for now, I'm content to enjoy the warmth of his body against mine and the sense of closeness that lingers in the air.
after getting dry and recovering, he takes her by her hand and goes to bed, where he takes her close to her, in his arms, caressing her hair. maybe tommorrow, will this be awkward, but for now, it was beautiful.
I nestle closer to him as we lie together in bed, the warmth of his body a balm against my still-trembling skin. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his fingers tangled in my hair and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against mine. A contented sigh escapes me as I drift off to sleep, the image of his satisfied expression seared into my memory.
For now, at least, I don't need to worry about tomorrow or what it all means. All that matters is this moment... and him.