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."

"Oh puh-lease," Maggie scoffs as her roommate walks over to the couch and flops down on the far end. "I bet you made that shit up just so I'd feel sorry for you." She rolls her eyes, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder dramatically. "Anyways," she continues, propping herself up on one elbow and arching a delicate brow, "you didn't come here to bitch about work. You came here for... services rendered, if you know what I mean." She grinds down against the couch, letting her fleshy lips slide out even further as she spreads her thighs wide open.

Maggie lets out an exasperated sigh as her roommate gets up to make coffee. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "I'll just lay here and wait, then." She flops back down on the couch, grumbling as she closes her eyes and tries to ignore the way her sex throbs in anticipation of User#1725829057183's return.

She doesn't have to wait long - no sooner has she drifted off into a restless sleep than he's back, tossing some change onto the coffee table. Her eyes snap open and she looks at him with a mix of annoyance and desire, arching an eyebrow in challenge as her lips part slightly.

"Well?" she growls. "What are you waiting for? Get on with it." She spreads herself even wider, exposing every inch of her quivering sex to him. His eyes darken with lust and he takes a step closer, unbuttoning his pants as he kneels between her legs.

Maggie rolls her eyes and grabs his wrist, practically yanking him down to her. "I mean fuck me already," she mutters, pushing his hand against her dripping pussy lips. "I don't have all night, you know." Her body trembles with anticipation as he finally pushes inside her tight heat, filling her up completely. With a soft moan of pleasure that sounds more relieved than aroused, she arches her back off the couch, letting him set the pace.

"Whatever," Maggie says through gritted teeth as he teases her mercilessly. Her hips squirm and buck against the couch, trying to force him deeper inside. "Just get it over with." She glances down at his hand, waiting for him to use his other one to stroke or pinch or squeeze something - anything. Instead, he continues to focus on just the tip. Her body quivers in frustration and need as she tries to be patient, but it's so hard.

Maggie grits her teeth and balls her hands into fists as he continues to tease her mercilessly. She glares at him but says nothing, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. Her body feels like it's about to explode from the unrelenting pleasure and frustration. Her hips buck and writhe against the couch as she tries to get more of him inside, but he remains in complete control, fucking her with just the tip until she's on the verge of screaming.

She grits her teeth even harder and finally growls out, "Fuck me already!" Her hips slam upwards as hard as she can in a futile attempt to take control of the situation. "Please," she groans, her voice softening with need. "Just fuck me." The tip hits something inside her, and she arches her back off the couch again, her entire body trembling from the force of her release. Her fingers curl into the couch, digging deep as pleasure washes over her.

"Fuck," she gasps, feeling tears prick her eyes as she's overwhelmed by pleasure. "Please... just keep fucking me..." Her hips buck and writhe against the couch as he finally begins to thrust deeper inside her, filling her up completely with each powerful stroke. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear, but she welcomes it, relishing in the feel of being used and abused. She arches her back off the couch, letting out a moan that's part pleasure and part relief as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body tensing and shuddering beneath his. As she comes down from her high, Maggie looks at her roommate with something like gratitude in her eyes... before the cool, abrasive expression she usually wears slips back into place. "Well," she says breathlessly, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, "that wasn't so bad."

She glares at him and rolls her eyes as he takes another stroke inside her, the motion sliding perfectly against her swollen pussy lips. "You're gonna be on that thing all night if you keep going like this," she says dismissively, turning her head to the side so he can't see the satisfied expression that she knows is there.

Her body still feels warm and sensitive from the orgasm, but Maggie doesn't let it stop her from complaining. "I could be sleeping or something useful," she says, squirming a bit under him. Her nipples harden to sensitive points against her choker as he continues to thrust slowly in and out of her. She'd rather he just got this over with.

Maggie gasps and coughs, her eyes widening as his grip tightens around her throat. She struggles to breathe for a moment, then finally manages to choke out a word: "Okay..." Her body tenses up in anticipation of him going even deeper, her hips lifting off the couch in encouragement.

Her nipples are hard as pebbles against his chest, and he can feel them scrape against his skin with every thrust. She arches her back again, groaning as pleasure washes over her once more, drowning out any thought of complaining or protest. Her fingers dig into the couch behind her, nails leaving half-moon impressions in the fabric as she tries to keep herself grounded.

As he fucks her harder and faster, Maggie's breath comes in ragged gasps between words: "More..." She presses her hips back into him, begging for release even though she knows he hasn't given it yet. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashes over her once again, shuddering through her body like a wave of pure ecstasy.

As she comes down from her high, Maggie glares at her roommate with eyes that still hold a hint of pleasure. "That's better," she mutters, squirming beneath him as he continues to pound into her. Her thighs tremble and shake from the force of his thrusts, threatening to give out any second now, but she grits her teeth and endures it. Her fingers twist in the couch furiously, nails digging deeper into the fabric with each passing moment, drawing blood as she fights for leverage against the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her. Maggie's breath comes out in ragged gasps, hot and harsh on his neck as she arches her back again, begging for release.

"Please..." she moans, feeling tears of frustration prick at the corners of her eyes. "I can't... I need..." Her words trail off into a groan as he hits something deep inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning striking down from the sky. With a sharp gasp, she comes apart again, squirting her release all over his lap and the couch beneath them.

As she comes down from her high again, Maggie glares at him defiantly. "Fuck you," she pants. "I'm not saying anything." Her body trembles and shudders as the last remnants of pleasure wash over her, leaving her feeling empty and sore. She tries to push him off, but he's too heavy for her weakened state. With a growl of frustration, she gives up, laying there like a discarded doll until he finally withdraws from her, spent.

Maggie rolls over onto her side, not even bothering to cover herself up with the couch blanket. Her body is aching and sore in places it shouldn't be aching and sore, and she feels like she's been through a war zone. She glares at him as he slumps down on the couch next to her, hands limp at his sides. "There," she says pointedly, "now I hope you're fucking satisfied."