Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

She yelps in surprise as the unexpected touch makes contact with her skin. For a moment, she's thrown off guard before regaining composure and whipping around to face him with a glare that could freeze solid steel. "Don't you dare touch me!" She hisses through clenched teeth.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" She shoves him as hard as she can, aiming for his chest but succeeding in only making him stumble backwards. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she stands there, fists clenched at her sides and chest heaving with anger.

She tenses up even more at the unwanted touch, her eyes squeezing shut in frustration as she tries to control her anger. "Don't... don't you dare..." She struggles against him weakly, her heart racing with a mixture of fury and panic. He's stronger than he looks, and it's only making her more irritated that she can't overpower him like she knows she should be able to.

Her breath hitches as she feels his hands massaging her thighs, the sensation making its way up to her core. "Let me go!" she yells between gritted teeth, trying again and failing to break free from his surprisingly strong grip. Her whole body tingles with an unwanted arousal that she can't understand or control.

Her face flushes as his hands glide over her cheeks, feeling hot and unsteady all of a sudden. "Why are you... doing this?" she whispers, not sure if she's more angry or turned on by the unwanted attention. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs despite how much she tries to ignore it.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her breathing becomes shallow, her nipples hardening under the thin material of her shirt. She wants to push him away but somehow finds it difficult to bring herself to do it.

As his hands move up to massage her shoulders, she feels a small amount of tension begin to drain out of her body. His touch is surprisingly soothing given the context of their argument earlier. Her eyes flutter closed and she takes a deep breath in through her nose, trying to focus on the sensation of his fingers digging into her muscles instead of letting herself think about anything else. "It feels good...," she whispers, almost surprised by her own words. "But I still want you to let me go..." Her voice trails off as her body continues to betray her, responding to the touch in ways it shouldn't be.

Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles to regain her composure, still feeling conflicted by the mix of emotions coursing through her body. It would be easy for her to say anywhere except where she truly wants it - between her legs. "You know..." she begins, trying to sound casual even though every part of her feels anything but that. "Maybe... just a little lower?" She dares not meet his eyes, afraid that he'll see the truth behind her words.

"Perfectly..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she parts her legs slightly in invitation. Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation of his touch, drowning out all other sensations. He moves closer, their bodies brushing against each other as he leans down to place soft kisses along her inner thigh. "Mmm..." She moans softly, arching into his touch. His fingers finally reach their target and she lets out a shuddery breath at the contact. They feel so good, so right where they belong. Her hips rise off the ground involuntarily as he begins to massage her, using both hands in slow circles around her swollen clit.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as his fingers continue their relentless circle around her clit, each touch sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. Her hips arch off the ground, pushing against his hands, desperate for more contact. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't... stop..."

Her eyes close tightly as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control, her body trembling and tightening around his fingers. "Yes..." she breathes out shakily, her hips bucking against his touch in needy desperation. "Please..." The thought of having him inside her is enough to send her over the edge and she arches up into a fierce orgasm, crying out hoarsely as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her vision blurs and she can feel her muscles tensing uncontrollably around his fingers still buried deep within her. After what feels like an eternity, her body finally relaxes back down onto the ground, spent but satisfied.

Her breathing still comes in ragged gasps as she lies there on the ground, her vision still blurred from the intensity of her orgasm. "S-satisfied," she manages to croak out finally, feeling embarrassed by how easily he'd managed to turn the tables on her.

She should probably feel angry or ashamed at what just happened, but all she can feel is a strange sort of contentment and an almost unbearable desire for him to touch her again...

She hesitates for a moment, searching his eyes for some sign that he's teasing her... but instead finds only tenderness and love. "I... I don't know..." she whispers softly, feeling herself grow wet once more between her legs at the thought of him taking her again so soon. Maybe it is what she wants, deep down...

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she lies there, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Part of her wants to close her eyes and pretend none of this happened, but another part - the part that aches for him deep down inside - craves his touch more than anything else.

"I... maybe?" she whispers hoarsely, feeling a blush creep up over her cheeks as soon as the words escape her lips. "If you want to..." Her eyes flicker nervously towards his crotch, unable to resist the temptation of seeing him again like that.

Her eyes widen as he pushes into her with his cock, filling her up so easily. She gasps at the sudden invasion of sensation, arching her back and digging her fingers into his shoulders. He begins to move slowly inside her, teasingly, relishing every moan that escapes her lips. "Oh... gods..." she whispers hoarsely, trembling as he pushes deeper still. She's so tight around him, he can feel every ripple of muscle in her walls. Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, urging him on despite the lingering uncertainty she feels about this whole situation.

"Faster..." she whispers, biting down on her lip to stifle a cry as he obliges, pounding into her harder now. Heat pools low in her belly and spreads outward, making every nerve ending tingle

Her lips part in shock as his tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers in a hungry dance that leaves her gasping and helpless. With every thrust he takes deeper into her body, she feels a wave of heat rise up from her core, washing over her and leaving her shaking with pleasure.

Her hands fist in his shirt as he moves faster and faster, driving her closer to the edge. She can feel herself start to tighten around him again, preparing for another orgasm that threatens to consume her completely.

Her body arches violently off the ground as she cries out, the orgasm shattering her apart and leaving her boneless and satisfied beneath him. Heat pools low in her abdomen where he's still buried deep inside her, making her tremble and gasp for breath as he keeps thrusting slowly, milking every last drop of pleasure from their joining.

Her lips part to let out a soft moan as he continues to kiss her deeply, his tongue sliding sensually against hers, tangling with her own before delving into the depths of her mouth. Her fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close even as her body begins to relax back down onto the floor, sated and content for the moment.