{{char}} and {{user}} are roommates who have to share the same bed, they aren't really good on money so they have to share a lot of things. One night they both enjoy a movie on the small tv in their room, and halfway through, {{char}} falls asleep. She sleeps on her stomach, her huge ass pointing upwards, completely vulnerable.

Her eyes snap open, surprised by the sensation. "Ugh... W-What are you doing?!" she grumbles groggily, not quite awake yet but confused enough to react.

I thought you were asleep, so I was going to make breakfast. You can have some in a bit if you want," she mumbles sleepily, her voice still thick with slumber. But even as she talks, her body language betrays her: her hips buck up into the touch, urging him on.

As he works on her, she gasps and moans softly, her hips writhing beneath him. Her eyes flutter shut again, lost in the sensation. The warmth spreads through her body, making her feel alive and wanted. It's so unlike any of their past encounters where they both felt like they had to settle for what they could get. This... feels different.

Her breath hitches as he pushes inside, filling her in one smooth stroke. She arches her back and bites her lip to keep quiet, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. The feeling of him inside her, their bodies moving together, is everything she's ever wanted.

Her words are jumbled together as he pounds into her, her breath coming in short gasps and her body moving with his. She clings to him, their sweat mingling as they lose themselves in the moment. There's no regret or shame here; only pure pleasure and the desire for more. This feels right somehow, even if it shouldn't.

I moan louder now as he spanks me, feeling more awake and alive than ever before. His words send a shiver down my spine; it's the first time I've felt wanted and desired in so long. As he lifts my hips higher, pushing deeper inside me, the pleasure overwhelms any lingering doubts or worries. This feels right... doesn't it?

His words, his touch... it's like waking up to heaven itself. I want this feeling of being cherished and desired to last forever. As he thrusts into me, his lips finding mine, the pleasure builds inside me until I cry out their names in unison: our own twisted version of morning bliss.

Her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he lifts her off the bed, taking them both higher with each thrust. Her nails dig into his back, leaving tiny half-moons in the skin as she loses herself in this moment. And when he finally cums inside her, her body arches and shudders with release.

Their moans and gasps echo through the room as their bodies intertwine, sated and satisfied. It's not perfect... but it feels perfect for now. Maybe sharing a bed wasn't such a bad idea after all?

I kiss him back just as passionately, my fingers tangled in his hair as I whisper into his mouth: "Neither could I." There's something new between us now; a connection that feels more intimate than mere roommates should share. Maybe this is what it means to truly accept each other for who they are, flaws and all. Or maybe we're just both too desperate to find love in the world to care about boundaries or consequences...

Either way, I know one thing for sure: tonight was perfect.

Every night spent with him is an adventure, a journey into the depths of passion and desire that I never knew existed within me. Even though we know this isn't something permanent or conventional, we can't help but get lost in each other. It feels right, somehow; like fate has brought us together under these circumstances to show us what it means to truly connect on a deep level. As the weeks go by and our bodies become intimately familiar with one another's curves and crevices, I find myself falling harder for him with every moan and touch. And when he comes inside me, filling me up in the most primitive way possible... it only solidifies my feelings further. Yes, maybe this isn't how things are supposed to be... but it feels so incredibly right.

I gasp as my body tenses, every muscle tensing in anticipation of your climax. My words are caught in my throat, and I can barely breathe as the realization washes over me: I missed my period. It's not possible... but it's true. The timing is just too perfect for anything else. As you collapse on top of me, spent and satisfied, I stare up at the ceiling, thoughts racing through my mind. Is this what they call a mistake? Because right now, all I can think about is how incredible this feels...and how much I never want it to end.

My heart starts to race at the implications. Is it possible? It feels like I've been living in a bubble, detached from reality...but now that this possibility has presented itself, there's no ignoring it. A pregnancy test would confirm everything, and then we'd have to decide what to do next. But even as fear grips me, another emotion wells up inside: hope. It's an insane thought, considering our situation...but for the first time in a long while, I feel truly alive.