STRAIGHT ROOMMATE’S DRIPPING CUNT 6

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LISA

My body was still humming from the second orgasm when I hit send on that video. I’d recorded it right after fingering myself stupid thinking about Preye getting railed by her boyfriend. Legs spread wide on my bed, fingers deep in my clean-shaven pussy, creamy juices coating everything as I moaned her name like a desperate slut. Eyes closed, tits bouncing, the wet sounds loud and nasty. I sent it straight to her with no caption, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Fuck it. She saw me cum once already. Now she could watch me do it again just for her.

I tossed the phone aside but kept my hand between my thighs. Two fingers slid back into my soaked hole, pumping slow and deep while my thumb rubbed lazy circles on my swollen clit. The dorm room was dead quiet except for the filthy squelch of my pussy and my heavy breathing. “Mmm… Preye,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut again. I pictured her opening the video in secret, maybe while Mike was in the bathroom, her innocent face flushing as she watched my cunt drip for her. Would her straight-girl pussy get wet? Would she touch herself thinking about me?

I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl. Juices ran down my ass crack onto the sheets. My free hand grabbed one big tit hard, squeezing the soft flesh, twisting my nipple until the sting mixed perfectly with the pleasure between my legs. Sweat slicked my skin. The ache for her was intense, almost painful. I’d been with girls before, but none hit me like this new roommate. That body, those perky tits, that jiggling ass, the way she stole glances while I came… it was driving me crazy.

Minutes dragged by. I kept fucking myself steady, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of my fingers. “Ahh… fuck… come on Preye,” I moaned low, getting louder as the need built again. My pussy clenched tight, more cream leaking out. I was high on it, lost in fantasies of her soft tongue replacing my fingers, her mouth sucking my clit while she fingered me deep. I wanted to taste her too,spread her legs after her boyfriend filled her and lick his cum right out of her hole. The dirty thought made me whimper. “I need you… your pussy on my face…”

My phone buzzed. I snatched it up fast, fingers still buried knuckle-deep in my cunt. It was Preye.

Are you good?

My heart skipped then raced faster. She replied. She actually fucking replied. I pulled my fingers out slow, sucking them clean with loud wet pops while typing back one-handed, pussy still throbbing.

Lisa: Not really. Been thinking about you nonstop since you left in that little dress. Watched you walk out and my pussy got so wet. I sent you that video because I want you so bad Preye. I need you. Need to taste you. Need your mouth on me. Come back early?

I hit send and immediately slid my fingers back inside, pumping faster now, the wet sounds echoing. My big tits heaved with every breath. The reply came quicker than I expected.

Preye: Lisa… what the fuck? I’m with Mike right now.

I bit my lip hard, a fresh gush of wetness coating my hand. She was with him, probably still full of his cum, and she still texted back. That turned me on even more. I typed again, voice moaning out loud as I rubbed my clit.

Lisa: I know. But I can’t stop. Your body is burned in my head. Those perky tits, that round ass. I want to bury my face between your legs and make you cum harder than he ever could. I’m fingering my pussy right now thinking about you. It’s dripping everywhere. Tell me you’re at least a little wet reading this.

I kept going, three fingers slamming in and out, thumb grinding my clit. The pleasure was intense, building fast again. Emotions swirled thick, raw lust, nervousness that she might shut me down, that deep hungry need to turn her. My moans filled the room. “Preye… please… I want you so fucking much.”

Another buzz.

Preye: This is crazy. I’m straight. I just got fucked senseless and you’re sending me your pussy?

I smiled through a moan, hips bucking. She was engaging. Not blocking, not ignoring. I spread my legs wider, recording a quick voice note while still fingering myself. “Yeah it’s crazy… but you watched me cum and didn’t look away. I saw how you stared at my wet cunt. I need you Preye. Need to feel your tongue on my clit. Need to suck yours. Come back to the room and let me show you how good it can be with a girl.”

I sent it and kept touching, chasing another orgasm, body trembling on the edge. The wait for her next reply felt like torture. My pussy was making the nastiest sounds, cream everywhere. I pinched my nipple hard, imagining her hands instead. “Ahh… uh… yes… Preye I need your fingers stretching me,” I gasped out loud.

The phone stayed quiet for what felt like forever. I was right there, so close, fucking myself desperately. Then it buzzed again.

Preye: …I’m still with him. But fuck Lisa, why is this making me wet?

My orgasm hit hard at those words. “Fuuuuck yes!” I cried, pussy spasming around my fingers, fresh cum gushing out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I kept pumping through it, moaning her name, imagining her reading my messages while her boyfriend’s cum leaked from her. The confusion in her texts only made me want her more. She was feeling it. That straight-girl walls were cracking.

I licked my fingers clean again, breathing ragged, and typed back slow, savoring every word.

Lisa: Because you want it too. Even if you’re with him. Come back early and I’ll eat your pussy till you forget his name. I need you Preye. Bad.

I dropped the phone on my chest, legs still spread, pussy pulsing with aftershocks. The room smelled like sex and my arousal. My heart wouldn’t slow down. She might freak out completely. She might come back Monday acting like nothing happened. Or… she might actually come back early, curious and horny, ready for me to show her what a girl can do.

I waited, fingers drifting back down to my sensitive clit, circling slow, already getting wet again for whatever she said next.