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0030: Fucking my Roommate — Part 1

Autor: Kefy Flairr
last update Última atualização: 2026-01-08 18:35:48

ROONEY

The room was meant to be quiet and peaceful—if not for the deep, steady breathing coming from the bunk above me.

I lay there, eyes fixed on the underside of the top bunk, as naughty thoughts slowly crept into my mind.

Marge was out cold. I knew the signs—the way her breath hitched slightly before falling into a low, rumbling snore. She’d been at a frat party since noon, coming back smelling like cheap tequila and sweat, stumbling just enough to let me know she was toasted before she climbed onto her bed.

She was a heavy sleeper on a good day. But tonight, it seemed she was practically in coma.

But I couldn't sleep. It was a typical cold winter night, and I was hyper-aware of everything.

The rustle of my sheets felt like sandpaper against my skin because every nerve ending I owned was screaming. The blood had migrated south, pooling in a way that made my jeans feel three sizes too small.

It wasn't just a physical need. It was a dull, throbbing ache in my testicles, a pressu
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