She was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with an apple in one hand, her other casually brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The thin fabric of her shirt clung to her skin, and I could see the outline of her nipples, hard and teasing. God, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I tried to look away, to focus on anything else, but my eyes kept trailing back to her, betraying me every time. She caught me staring—she always did—and a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.“Enjoying the view?” she purred, taking another bite of the apple. The sound of her teeth sinking into the fruit was oddly provocative, and I felt my cock stir in my jeans. She tilted her head, her eyes locking onto mine, and I could see the mischief brewing in them. She knew exactly what she was doing.The muffled sound of the shower running in the background was the only thing keeping me grounded. Her roommate was in there, oblivious, the steady rhythm of the water mixing with the music blasting from her phone. She took a step closer, her bare legs brushing against mine, and I could smell the faint scent of her shampoo—something floral and intoxicating.“He’ll be a while,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She set the apple down on the counter and leaned back, her palms flat against the surface. “What are you going to do about it?”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. My hands twitched at my sides, itching to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin against mine. She raised an eyebrow, daring me, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and she let out a soft laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.“That’s more like it,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. Her hands slid up my chest, her nails lightly scratching through the fabric of my shirt. “But you’re going to have to do better than that.”Before I could respond, she grabbed my wrist and guided my hand between her thighs. My fingers brushed against her bare skin, and I realized with a jolt that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. No panties. She leaned into me, her lips brushing against my neck as she whispered, “Didn’t think I’d need them today.”I didn’t need any more encouragement. I dropped to my knees, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her closer. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in my hair as I pressed my mouth against her. She was already wet, her scent driving me wild, and I wasted no time in teasing her. My tongue flicked against her clit, and she let out a low moan that made my cock twitch in response.“Fuck,” she breathed, her hips jerking forward as I delved deeper. I could feel her thighs trembling beneath my hands, and I knew she was close. I sucked gently, my tongue circling her before returning to her clit, and she let out a strangled cry, her fingers tightening in my hair.“That’s it,” she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”I didn’t. I kept going, my pace quickening as she arched her back, her moans growing louder. I could feel her body tensing, her thighs clamping around my head as she came, her cries barely contained. Her legs gave out, and she slumped against the counter, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.But she wasn’t done. Not even close.She reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from biting back her moans. She pressed her body against mine, her hands fumbling with the button of my jeans. “Now fuck me,” she demanded, her voice urgent. “Before he gets out.”I didn’t need to be told twice. I kicked off my jeans, my cock springing free as she hiked up her shirt and guided me inside her. She was still so wet, so tight, and I groaned as I buried myself in her. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I thrust into her, the sound of our skin slapping together mingling with the music still playing in the background.She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I could feel her walls clenching around me. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her lips brushing against my neck as she whispered, “Harder.”I obliged, fucking her with a desperation I hadn’t realized I was capable of. Her moans grew louder, more unrestrained, and I knew we were playing a dangerous game. The water in the bathroom had turned off, and I could hear her roommate moving around, but neither of us stopped. If anything, the risk only made it hotter.She bit down on my shoulder to stifle a scream as she came, her body trembling in my arms. I wasn’t far behind, my hips jerking as I spilled into her, my own moans muffled against her neck. We stayed like that for a moment, panting and clinging to each other, before she finally pulled away.“He’s coming,” she whispered, her eyes darting toward the hallway. But instead of moving away, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “Meet me in my room in five minutes.”

In the kitchen, she teased me with her bare skin and lack of underwear, leading me to go down on her. I brought her to orgasm, then she demanded I fuck her right there, and we did, despite the risk of her roommate returning. Afterward, she told me to meet her in her room in five minutes.

She was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with an apple in one hand, her other casually brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The thin fabric of her shirt clung to her skin, and I could see the outline of her nipples, hard and teasing. _God, she wasn’t wearing a bra._ I tried to look away, to focus on anything else, but my eyes kept trailing back to her, betraying me every time. She caught me staring—she always did—and a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

“Enjoying the view?” she purred, taking another bite of the apple. The sound of her teeth sinking into the fruit was oddly provocative, and I felt my cock stir in my jeans. She tilted her head, her eyes locking onto mine, and I could see the mischief brewing in them. _She knew exactly what she was doing._

The muffled sound of the shower running in the background was the only thing keeping me grounded. Her roommate was in there, oblivious, the steady rhythm of the water mixing with the music blasting from her phone. She took a step closer, her bare legs brushing against mine, and I could smell the faint scent of her shampoo—something floral and intoxicating.

“He’ll be a while,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She set the apple down on the counter and leaned back, her palms flat against the surface. “What are you going to do about it?”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. My hands twitched at my sides, itching to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin against mine. She raised an eyebrow, daring me, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and she let out a soft laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

“That’s more like it,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. Her hands slid up my chest, her nails lightly scratching through the fabric of my shirt. “But you’re going to have to do better than that.”

Before I could respond, she grabbed my wrist and guided my hand between her thighs. My fingers brushed against her bare skin, and I realized with a jolt that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. _No panties._ She leaned into me, her lips brushing against my neck as she whispered, “Didn’t think I’d need them today.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I dropped to my knees, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her closer. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in my hair as I pressed my mouth against her. She was already wet, her scent driving me wild, and I wasted no time in teasing her. My tongue flicked against her clit, and she let out a low moan that made my cock twitch in response.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her hips jerking forward as I delved deeper. I could feel her thighs trembling beneath my hands, and I knew she was close. I sucked gently, my tongue circling her before returning to her clit, and she let out a strangled cry, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“That’s it,” she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept going, my pace quickening as she arched her back, her moans growing louder. I could feel her body tensing, her thighs clamping around my head as she came, her cries barely contained. Her legs gave out, and she slumped against the counter, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

But she wasn’t done. Not even close.

She reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from biting back her moans. She pressed her body against mine, her hands fumbling with the button of my jeans. “Now fuck me,” she demanded, her voice urgent. “Before he gets out.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I kicked off my jeans, my cock springing free as she hiked up her shirt and guided me inside her. She was still so wet, so tight, and I groaned as I buried myself in her. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I thrust into her, the sound of our skin slapping together mingling with the music still playing in the background.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I could feel her walls clenching around me. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her lips brushing against my neck as she whispered, “Harder.”

I obliged, fucking her with a desperation I hadn’t realized I was capable of. Her moans grew louder, more unrestrained, and I knew we were playing a dangerous game. The water in the bathroom had turned off, and I could hear her roommate moving around, but neither of us stopped. If anything, the risk only made it hotter.

She bit down on my shoulder to stifle a scream as she came, her body trembling in my arms. I wasn’t far behind, my hips jerking as I spilled into her, my own moans muffled against her neck. We stayed like that for a moment, panting and clinging to each other, before she finally pulled away.

“He’s coming,” she whispered, her eyes darting toward the hallway. But instead of moving away, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “Meet me in my room in five minutes.”

A woman in a thin shirt and no bra, her nipples hard and teasing, entices her roommate's guest in the kitchen while her roommate is in the shower. The guest, unable to resist her advances, pleasures her orally and then engages in a risky, passionate encounter, heightening the thrill with the knowledge that they could be caught at any moment. The forbidden nature of the situation and the voyeuristic element of her roommate's potential discovery add to the intensity of their encounter.

She begged me to fuck her

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