I pushed open the door to my apartment, sweat still cooling on my skin after an intense workout. The air was thick with the scent of my exertion, and I could feel the dampness of my sports bra clinging to my chest. I dropped my gym bag by the door and headed toward the kitchen for a glass of water, but the sound of a low, guttural moan stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t the kind of noise someone makes when they’re watching TV or playing a game. It was… primal. Curiosity prickled at the edges of my mind, and I followed the sound down the hallway, my bare feet silent on the carpet. The door to the laundry room was slightly ajar, and through the crack, I saw him. My roommate, Jake. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him, frozen in place. His back was to the door, his broad shoulders hunched as he sat on the edge of the washing machine. In one hand, he held my used panties, the pale pink fabric pressed against his nose as he inhaled deeply. His other hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate.I should have been furious. I should have stormed in there and screamed at him for violating my privacy. But I couldn’t move. My body betrayed me, betraying the anger that should have been there. Instead, a warmth spread through my core, a heat that pooled low in my belly. His cock was huge, thick and veiny, and the way it pulsed in his hand made my mouth water. I could see the pre-cum glistening at the tip, and the sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. Jake let out another moan, deeper this time, and whispered my name. “God, she’s so fucking perfect…” His voice was rough, edged with desperation, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. I bit down on my lip to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape, but it was too late. His head snapped toward the door, and his eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. His face flushed a deep shade of red, and he quickly pulled my panties away from his nose, but he didn’t stop stroking himself. “I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.” My heart was pounding in my chest, but it wasn’t from anger anymore. It was from desire. I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me, and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re not sorry,” I said, my voice lower and more confident than I felt. “You wanted me to see.” He didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked up at me with a mixture of shame and hunger, his hand still moving up and down his shaft. I could see the way his muscles tensed with every stroke, the way his cock twitched in his grip. It was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I crossed the room in a few quick strides, my body moving on its own accord. My fingers trembled as I reached out, brushing against the back of his hand. His breath hitched, and he stopped moving, his cock throbbing in his grip. I knelt down in front of him, my knees sinking into the soft carpet, and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want me to touch it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, and he nodded, his lips parting slightly. “Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. I wrapped my hand around his cock, my fingers barely able to meet as I started to stroke him. His skin was hot, almost burning against my palm, and I could feel the way his veins throbbed with every heartbeat. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the tip, and I tasted him for the first time. The flavor was salty and slightly tangy, and it made my mouth water. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as I slowly worked my way down his length. “Fuck…” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I took more of him into my mouth. His hands grabbed the edge of the washing machine, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold himself still. I could feel the way his cock twitched in my mouth, the way his body trembled with every movement of my tongue. I reached up with one hand, cupping his balls and gently massaging them as I continued to suck him off. His moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could tell he was close. I pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with a soft pop, and looked up at him. “Do you want to cum?” I asked, my voice husky with need. “Yes,” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. “But not like this. I want to feel you… I want to be inside you.” His words sent a shiver of anticipation through my body, and I stood up, my legs trembling beneath me. I reached for the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down along with my damp thong, and stepped out of them. His eyes raked over my body, taking in every curve, every inch of my bare skin. I climbed onto the washing machine, straddling him, and guided his cock to my entrance. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained as he tried to hold himself back. I nodded, biting down on my lip as I felt the tip of his cock press against me. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, lowering myself onto him. His cock stretched me in ways I didn’t think were possible, filling me completely as I sank down onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made my head spin. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as I started to move. His hands settled on my hips, guiding me as I rode him, and I could feel the way his cock throbbed inside me. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. His hips bucked upward, driving his cock even deeper into me, and I cried out, the sound echoing through the small room. “I need more,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I leaned forward, my chest pressing against his. He responded immediately, his hands moving to my ass as he lifted me slightly, adjusting my angle. He thrust upward, his cock hitting a spot inside me that made my vision blur. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through my body. “God, yes,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop.” He didn’t. His thrusts became more frantic, more desperate, and I could feel the tension building in my body, coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me and leaving me breathless. I screamed his name, my body trembling as the pleasure consumed me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulled me down onto him. For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged and uneven. “Again,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I need to feel you again.”

I pushed open the door to my apartment, sweat still cooling on my skin after an intense workout. The air was thick with the scent of my exertion, and I could feel the dampness of my sports bra clinging to my chest. I dropped my gym bag by the door and headed toward the kitchen for a glass of water, but the sound of a low, guttural moan stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t the kind of noise someone makes when they’re watching TV or playing a game. It was… primal. 

Curiosity prickled at the edges of my mind, and I followed the sound down the hallway, my bare feet silent on the carpet. The door to the laundry room was slightly ajar, and through the crack, I saw *him*. My roommate, Jake. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him, frozen in place. His back was to the door, his broad shoulders hunched as he sat on the edge of the washing machine. In one hand, he held my *used panties*, the pale pink fabric pressed against his nose as he inhaled deeply. His other hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate.

I should have been furious. I should have stormed in there and screamed at him for violating my privacy. But I couldn’t move. My body betrayed me, betraying the anger that should have been there. Instead, a warmth spread through my core, a heat that pooled low in my belly. His cock was *huge*, thick and veiny, and the way it pulsed in his hand made my mouth water. I could see the pre-cum glistening at the tip, and the sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. 

Jake let out another moan, deeper this time, and whispered my name. *“God, she’s so fucking perfect…”* His voice was rough, edged with desperation, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. I bit down on my lip to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape, but it was too late. His head snapped toward the door, and his eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. His face flushed a deep shade of red, and he quickly pulled my panties away from his nose, but he didn’t stop stroking himself. 

“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.” 

My heart was pounding in my chest, but it wasn’t from anger anymore. It was from *desire*. I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me, and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re not sorry,” I said, my voice lower and more confident than I felt. “You wanted me to see.” 

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked up at me with a mixture of shame and hunger, his hand still moving up and down his shaft. I could see the way his muscles tensed with every stroke, the way his cock twitched in his grip. It was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. 

I crossed the room in a few quick strides, my body moving on its own accord. My fingers trembled as I reached out, brushing against the back of his hand. His breath hitched, and he stopped moving, his cock throbbing in his grip. I knelt down in front of him, my knees sinking into the soft carpet, and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want me to touch it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. 

His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, and he nodded, his lips parting slightly. “Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. 

I wrapped my hand around his cock, my fingers barely able to meet as I started to stroke him. His skin was hot, almost burning against my palm, and I could feel the way his veins throbbed with every heartbeat. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the tip, and I tasted him for the first time. The flavor was salty and slightly tangy, and it made my mouth water. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as I slowly worked my way down his length. 

“Fuck…” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I took more of him into my mouth. His hands grabbed the edge of the washing machine, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold himself still. I could feel the way his cock twitched in my mouth, the way his body trembled with every movement of my tongue. I reached up with one hand, cupping his balls and gently massaging them as I continued to suck him off. 

His moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could tell he was close. I pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with a soft *pop*, and looked up at him. “Do you want to cum?” I asked, my voice husky with need. 

“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. “But not like this. I want to feel you… I want to be inside you.” 

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through my body, and I stood up, my legs trembling beneath me. I reached for the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down along with my damp thong, and stepped out of them. His eyes raked over my body, taking in every curve, every inch of my bare skin. I climbed onto the washing machine, straddling him, and guided his cock to my entrance. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained as he tried to hold himself back. 

I nodded, biting down on my lip as I felt the tip of his cock press against me. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, lowering myself onto him.  His cock stretched me in ways I didn’t think were possible, filling me completely as I sank down onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made my head spin. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as I started to move. His hands settled on my hips, guiding me as I rode him, and I could feel the way his cock throbbed inside me. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. His hips bucked upward, driving his cock even deeper into me, and I cried out, the sound echoing through the small room.  “I need more,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I leaned forward, my chest pressing against his. He responded immediately, his hands moving to my ass as he lifted me slightly, adjusting my angle. He thrust upward, his cock hitting a spot inside me that made my vision blur. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through my body. 
 “God, yes,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop.” 
 He didn’t. His thrusts became more frantic, more desperate, and I could feel the tension building in my body, coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me and leaving me breathless. I screamed his name, my body trembling as the pleasure consumed me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulled me down onto him. For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged and uneven. 
 “Again,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I need to feel you again.”

Discover the forbidden allure of a roommate caught in a private act, leading to a passionate encounter. The narrative explores themes of voyeurism and consent, as the discovery of a roommate's intimate moment with used panties evolves into a consensual sexual experience. The plot delves into the complexities of desire and the unexpected turn of events that lead to a heated, intimate encounter between two consenting adults.

I caught him sniffing my used panties

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