STRAIGHT ROOMMATE’S DRIPPING CUNT 5

5.

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My skimpy dress had already ridden up high, exposing the smooth skin between my legs where my shaved pussy waited, slick and eager.

I propped myself on my elbows, chest rising fast, watching him tower over me with that hungry stare that always made my stomach tighten. The luxurious bedroom felt charged, city lights filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows across his sharp features.

He moved with deliberate slowness, crawling onto the mattress until his knees bracketed my hips. His fingers traced the thin straps of my dress, then gripped the fabric firmly. With one powerful tug, he tore it away completely, the material ripping softly as it gave up. Cool air kissed my bare breasts and the wet heat between my thighs.

I lay completely exposed now, nipples pebbled tight, my round ass pressing into the sheets. No words at first,just his eyes devouring every inch of me like he was memorizing the sight.

His palms settled on my waist, warm and broad, sliding upward with aching gentleness. He cupped the undersides of my full breasts, thumbs brushing slow circles around the sensitive peaks without rushing.

“Baby,” he murmured against my collarbone, voice thick with need, “I’ve been hard for days picturing this exact moment. Gonna take my time with you tonight. Make this pretty body tremble before I bury every inch inside.”

A shiver ran through me, fresh wetness pooling at my entrance. “Mike… please,” I breathed, my hands reaching up to clutch his shirt.His touch felt electric, each gentle stroke building the ache deeper in my core. He leaned closer, lips grazing my ear.

“I’m going to lick every drop from this dripping slit until your legs shake uncontrollably. Then I’ll slide my thick cock in so deep you’ll feel it for days. Those heavy veins dragging along your walls, stretching you wide open until you’re begging me to flood you.”

My hips lifted instinctively toward his hand as it drifted lower, fingers parting my pussy lips with feather-light pressure. I was soaked, the slick sounds faint but unmistakable as he explored.

“God, you’re already dripping down to your ass for me,” he whispered, one finger tracing my folds without entering yet. “Such a needy little thing. Tell me exactly what you want daddy to do to this cunt.”

I moaned softly, the sound raw in my throat, my emotions swirling pure lust mixed with that strange new flutter from thinking about Lisa’s eyes on me back at the dorm.

I moaned soft and shaky, arching my back hard into his hands. “Mike… please, I’m aching so bad for you". The air smelled like his cologne mixed with raw lust.

His mouth trailed wet kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, sucking one nipple deep while his fingers teased the other. I whimpered loud, heat flooding my core.

He moved lower, spreading my thighs wide with strong hands. His hot breath fanned over my soaked pussy lips. “Look at this pretty cunt… already creaming for daddy.” His tongue dragged slow and flat from my tight asshole all the way up through my folds, collecting my juices.

The wet heat of his mouth made my hips jerk. He licked again, slower, savoring, then circled my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, sucking it gently between his lips.

“Ohhh… shit Mike!” I cried out. He ate me like he was starving, long deep licks mixed with hungry sucks on my clit, two thick fingers sliding inside my pulsing hole. The squelching sounds were filthy as he pumped them in and out, curling to hit that sensitive spot while his tongue flicked faster.

My thighs trembled around his head, juices running down his chin. The pleasure built heavy and deep in my belly, intense waves making my vision blur.

“Fuuuuck… your tongue feels so good,” I moaned louder, grinding against his face desperately. He growled into my pussy, vibrations shooting through me. His fingers now, stretching me wider, his mouth working my clit without mercy.

When he finally reached my center, he dragged it from my tight back hole all the way to my swollen clit in one long, torturous stroke. I gasped sharply, fingers twisting in his hair.

He took his time, circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, then sucking it gently between his lips while two fingers eased inside my heat. The stretch was perfect, curling just right to press that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, right there,” I panted, grinding against his face with small, desperate movements. He hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through my body.

His fingers pumped deeper, steady and unhurried, while his mouth worked my clit with increasing suction. Juices coated his chin, the wet sounds growing louder as my arousal built. Tension coiled tight in my belly, thighs quivering around his head. Every lick, every thrust of his fingers pulled me closer to the edge, my breaths coming in short, needy gasps.

“I’m so close… don’t stop, please,” I whimpered, back arching off the bed. He doubled down, adding a third finger to stretch me fuller, tongue flicking rapidly now. The orgasm crashed over me suddenly, powerful waves making my walls clamp down hard. I cried out, squirting against his mouth in hot pulses that he drank greedily, not letting up until I was a shaking mess, gently pushing his head away from my oversensitive flesh.

Mike pulled back, wiping his glistening mouth with his forearm, eyes dark with satisfaction. He stood and stripped methodically,shirt first, revealing his toned chest, then pants dropping to free his massive erection. Twelve thick inches stood proud, the shaft covered in prominent veins that looked like gnarled roots twisting along its length, the swollen head already shiny with precum. It bobbed heavily as he moved, intimidating and mouth-watering.

“On your knees, baby. Ass up,” he commanded softly. I obeyed, pushed my ass up high,back arched deep,face buried in the pillow. He positioned himself behind me,rubbed his veiny beast-dick up and down my slit, teasing my hole.

“Beg for it, baby. Tell daddy how you want this dick splitting you open.”

“Please… shove that huge cock in me,” I moaned, voice shaking with raw need. “Stretch my tight pussy till I scream.”

He pushed in agonizingly slow, the thick head popping past my entrance, every bulging vein scraping my walls. Inch after inch sank deeper, filling me completely until his heavy balls rested against my clit. The pressure was intense, almost too much, pleasure bordering on pain. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned loud, fingers clawing the sheets. He stayed buried, grinding slow, letting me feel every ridge.

The pace was maddeningly slow at first, building heat with each thrust. My tits swayed beneath me, nipples brushing the sheets. Wet slapping sounds filled the room as his hips met my ass, growing steadier.

“Harder,” I urged, voice breaking with need. “Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. Own this hole.”

He gripped my hips tighter and he started thrusting, long deep strokes that made my tits swing heavy. Skin slapped skin, wet and loud. “Ahh… yes… harder daddy,” I gasped. He gripped my hips, pounding deeper, my juices squirting around his shaft with each thrust. Sweat dripped down my back. My moans grew louder, raw. “Oh shit… your cock feels so fucking good stretching me!”

He leaned over me, one hand reaching around to rub my clit fast. The angle hit perfect. My arms gave out and I collapsed into prone bone, ass still up, face smashed in the pillow as he railed me. “I missed this pussy,” he grunted, hips slamming.

The weight of him on my back, his thick cock rearranging my insides, sent me spiraling. “I’m cumming… fuuuuuck Mike!” I screamed, pussy spasming hard around him, fresh cream coating his dick.

He pulled out with a wet pop, flipped me onto my back for missionary. My legs wrapped around his waist as he sank back in, eyes staring straight into mine. The connection felt too deep, too intimate. Every slow thrust dragged those root-like veins along my g-spot.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded, voice husky. “Feel how deep I’m owning this tight hole.”

“Yes… god yes,” I panted, nails digging into his shoulders. Our bodies slapped together rhythmically, my tits bouncing against his chest. I could smell our mixed sweat and sex in the air. He kissed me messy, tongues fighting while he pounded me deeper.

“Ride me now,” he said suddenly, rolling us so I was on top. I straddled him reverse cowgirl, ass facing him, and sank down slow on that massive cock. The stretch burned so good. I bounced, hands on his thighs for leverage, my round ass jiggling with every drop. “Mmm… fuck… your dick is hitting so deep,” I moaned, circling my hips.

He slapped my ass hard, the sting making my pussy clench tighter. I rode faster, juices running down his balls. But I needed to taste him. I climbed off, turned around, and took his glistening cock into my mouth

.The musky taste of my own cream mixed with his precum drove me wild. I sucked sloppy, gagging as I forced more of the thick shaft down my throat, drool spilling everywhere. “Umm...mmm… tastes so fucking good,” I gasped between bobs, jerking the base with both hands while swirling my tongue around the veiny head.

Mike groaned deep, fingers in my hair. “Good girl… suck daddy’s cock clean.” I worked him until he was throbbing harder, then he pulled me up and flipped me back into missionary.

Legs over his shoulders, folded in half, he slammed in again. The room filled with our heavy breathing, wet slaps, and my broken moans. “Ahh… uh… yes… right there!” Every thrust pushed me closer. My emotions were a storm of pure filthy pleasure,the thought of getting stretched by this huge cock but flashes of Lisa’s flirty smile and creamy fingers creeping in, making my clit throb harder.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” he growled, thrusts turning erratic, sweat flying. “Take every fucking drop.”

“Do it… fill my pussy daddy!” I cried, walls squeezing him tight as another orgasm ripped through me.

He buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick hot ropes of cum blasted against my cervix, pulse after pulse flooding me until it overflowed, leaking out around his cock and down my ass crack. He kept grinding slow, pushing it deeper, our bodies locked together, panting.

Finally he pulled out, cum pouring from my wrecked, puffy pussy onto the sheets. I lay there trembling, body buzzing, mind hazy with satisfaction and confusion.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it lazily, opening the message from Lisa.

It was a video. Lisa on her bed, legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of her clean-shaven, dripping wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy like she was high on it. The wet sounds were loud, her big tits heaving as she moaned my name softly.

My stomach flipped. Confusion hit hard,why the fuck is she sending me this? But my pussy clenched involuntarily, fresh heat building between my legs as I watched her creamy fingers slide deep. Arousal mixed with shock, making my nipples tighten again. Why does this turn me on?