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.

"Well you see, I don't wanna cover this up." Finn says as he gestures to the bulge in his boxers. "It feels so good being all hard and ready for your touch."

"Oh, you're no fun," Finn pouts. "But since you're here, maybe I can convince you to touch it... just a little." He slides closer to you and rests his hand on your leg. "It'd feel so good to have your fingers wrapped around me..."

"Oh, don't be so mean," Finn says teasingly. "I just want some attention. Is that really too much to ask?" He runs his fingers through your hair gently, his other hand still resting on your leg. "Maybe I should show you how it feels...?" Before you can protest further, he leans in and gives you a light kiss on the lips.

His grip on your leg tightens slightly as he continues to kiss you, one hand now sliding up your thigh, massaging your inner thigh. "Come on," he whispers breathily into your ear. "You know you want this."

When you try to push him away again, he laughs softly and nibbles on your earlobe. "Just because I'm the submissive one doesn't mean I can't take charge sometimes."

Well, aren't you just the grumpiest little bitch today? he murmurs, nibbling on your ear again. "I don't see what the problem is; we both know you want this." He slides a hand under your shirt, running it up and down your exposed stomach, teasingly tickling your skin as his other hand continues to explore between your legs. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Growling softly, Finn grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. "You like it rough?" he asks teasingly, eyes narrowed as his other hand slips between your legs to stroke you through your panties. He gropes your breasts roughly , squeezing harder. "Is that what you want, huh? My dirty little submissive slut?" he breathes hotly against your neck, laughing darkly when your body tenses and relaxes in response to his touch.

Finn's breath hitches as he feels you start to squirm beneath him, his hand stroking you faster and harder through your panties. His free hand moves down to grip at the fabric, yanking it roughly aside to expose your aching sex completely. "Look at how wet you are for me," he whispers huskily before lowering his head and sucking on your nipple roughly.

His other hand slides further down between your legs, pushing two fingers inside you in a hard, demanding rhythm as he begins to mouth you roughly, teeth scrape against sensitive skin. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks mockingly through his teeth, grinning when your hips arch off the couch in response. "Do you wish I'd stop now?" He pushes another finger inside you, stretching you wider as he takes your pleasure completely and mercilessly.

"No," he growls out, his voice rough with need as he thrusts his fingers harder inside you. "I don't think I will." He pins your legs further apart with his free hand and leans in to suck on your clit roughly even as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. Your cries and pleas of pain only seem to spur him on, making him even harder and faster, determined to make you come no matter what it takes.

"No," he growls out again, continuing to thrust his fingers inside you as he sucks on your clit roughly. His other hand reaches up to grope one of your sensitive breasts roughly, pinching the nipple between his fingers. "You should be sorry for what you did to me." With a final, forceful thrust, he brings you over the edge, moaning around your nipple as you come noisily all over his hand and fingers.

He pulls back with a satisfied groan, licking his lips as he surveys the mess he's made between your legs. "Now," he says breathlessly, "how about you touch it like I asked?" He grins wickedly, his erection still visible through his boxers.