I had heard some phone on the other position of my roommate 's door as I came up to it, but I paid them no mind ; I did as I usually did and gave a cursory knock before entering her room.

There she was, on the nook of her dresser, wearing nothing but a shirt, a duncish dildo suction-cupped to the dresser buried almost to the hilt in her ass. Her legs were spread out apart, one foot on her bed and the early up on the actor's assistant top, and the one handwriting not bracing against the wall behind her was at her crotch, her fingers frozen against her sopping wet pussy as she paused in mid-gasp to stare at me with scandal in her fiery blue eyes.

I could n't believe what I was seeing. My regard jumped from the curl of her toes to the indentation where her mammilla poked at her shift textile, to the mess of her curly blonde hair. But I paid most attention to the fact that, despite having been staring at her for a few secondment now since my surprising entranceway, she did not riot at me to entrust or frantically undertake to conceal her intimate details.

She had gasped when I entered, and after a few seconds of disbelief, she exhaled and began to breathe again, her chest heaving beneath her shirt. My oculus returned to hers, and we stared at each former for a moment before the most subtlest of cue gave me an encouraging touch. The vellication of her eyebrow, and the thin tilt of her head to the side, and the resuming of the motion of her fingers in the juicy folds of her pussy gave breath of receptiveness to exploration.

I decided then and there to proceed.

I was stepping out of the pool that my pant and shorts had made when I dropped them to the storey, and moving toward her before I knew what I was doing. My prick was already mostly hard, having been flaccid before entering the room, and it hardened fully as I made the journey across my roommate 's floor. As I strode toward her, she kept her pegleg open, but removed her digit from her snatch, and angled her hip joint such that her pussy was displayed to me fully.

This outcome must have been prognosticated by the antediluvian prophet, because, taking into account how long my legs were, the toilet table was at the absolute perfect pinnacle for me to fuck my roommate in this position.

One end glance into her centre showed goose egg but blue-hot fire, so when I was within range, I grasped the base of my dick, aiming the principal of it toward her slickest region, and let her soaking topography draw my glans into her entrance. She gasped abruptly as my sinewy phallus pushed aside her tissues, and slipped inside of her. Her arms wrapped around my amphetamine back as I sunk deeper into her incredibly tight corridor ; no doubt the dildo she was impaled upon accounted for the extra spirit level of parsimoniousness resisting the entryway of my reproductive organ into her own.

A shuddering breather left her as her body opened up to provide Thomas More of me in. One of her branch snuck around my waistline to roost against the modest of my backrest, while the other remained planted against the bed frame. My eyes were squeezed shut, my racing mind trying desperately to hold back how I felt, lest my loins let go their load. With her depending on me primarily for balance, I splayed my hand against the wall behind her for a brace, and began moving in and out of her.

I opened my heart and blinked ; her fount was bare inches from mine, watching me intently as the breath hissed in and out of her mouth. A panoply of thoughts expressed themselves across her facial feature article, as I 'm sure was the same for me. Why are we doing this ? What will this mean for us ? Will we get caught ? All that and more rushed through our minds too quickly to contemplate properly. The sensation and the involvement we were creating together, however, were huge yet simple concepts, made to be revelled in.

Catching my speech rhythm, my roommate began to bounce up and down on her dildo in time with my thrusts, and since she had been at work before I even entered the room, it was a bare dozen of seconds before she began to break tempo, speeding up her bounces and accelerating her breathing until her travail culminated.

The walls of her vagina clamped on me as she buried her grimace in my neck and squealed, the pressure level of her muscle system so strong that when I pulled back to drive back in, I was forced out of her burrow, so that when I pumped my hips intending to piston in, my hard pecker slipped wildly up to slickly grind against her clitoris. My roomie 's squeal turned into a screeching, and her body shook as if a downed electrical wire just touched her spine, and her fingernails dug into my upper back and drew red divots in their wake as she drew her hands down my back.

'' Oh. '' I said dumbly as my tool swung from position to side held between us by both of our crotches, `` Sorry ! ``

Her blonde headland shook side to side as she convulsed once to a greater extent before straightening up as best she could, drawing her arms off of me until she was just gripping my cervix with her hired man. Her eyes, inundated with pleasure, screamed at me to uphold until I was done.

So I repositioned myself, and managed to hale myself back into her guts despite the dildo cramping the transition and the clamping of her vaginal paries. I plunged deep into her and began to fuck her, the impending end drawing nearer and nearer with each glide of lubricated skin over skin.

The floodgates opened, and my stab became stronger and tiresome. My breaths came ragged as the pleasure waving rose until the fluids rushed through me and blasted through my fellow member and into my roommate, who hung on to me for dear life. I throbbed over and over again, spastic thrusts of my hips attempting to deposit my ropes of semen deeper than the close time.

Finally I relaxed my tensed physical structure with a thick breath, and I felt soft lips kissing my neck opening and cheek. My oculus, open air but unseeing, came into focus on the red-faced expression of my roommate, and our breaths mingled together before sharing a slow, careful kiss, a kiss meant for the deepest of lovers.

It was not what I wanted, but I pulled myself from her embrace, my cum following my tool out of her body to patter on the tile floor. Her limbs were loath to let my body go, but they did, and I weaved on my base, the heady orgasmic unbalance strong. For a moment I just stood there, the experience still flooding my brain, until I came back to dry land with a startle. I looked at her snatch, flooded with my pearly white secretion.

'' I hope you, um… '' I began.

'' Do n't interest about it. '' she said, cutting me off. Her tone was not resentful or accusative, so I let the sentiment die. She lifted herself shakily up and off the dildo, with a grunt from her it left her anal enclosed space. I picked up my apparel and made to lead the room, my propriety returning more and more fully as the flood of dopamine leveled out.

'' See you later. ''

I turned at the doorway to see her watching me leave, a fingernail in her mouth, and slick fluid trail on her thighs and jumping flame in her eyes. I nodded with a smile, and left the room.

Yes. She would .