My roommate finally cracked tonight. After weeks of me strutting around in just a towel or bending over to 'pick something up' right in front of him, he came back from the gym while I was doing my skincare routine. I caught his eyes in the mirror, saw that familiar hunger, and just... smiled. Dropped my towel. Didn't say a word.

He didn't even try to look away this time. Just stared at my ass, my cock, everything. I let the silence stretch until it was unbearable, then turned around and asked if he needed something. The poor boy looked like he was about to explode. So I took his hand, led him to my bed, and showed him exactly what he'd been trying so hard not to think about.

He ate my ass like it was his last meal on earth. Tongue so deep and desperate I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. Then he fucked me with this wild, desperate energy—like he'd been holding back for months and finally let go. Came untouched from just his mouth on my hole. The sound of him whimpering my name while he pumped his load all over my thighs is going to live in my head rent-free.

My favorite part? How he kept apologizing afterward. As if I didn't spend the last month deliberately driving him insane. As if I didn't know this was inevitable. Some people just need permission to want what they already want.

(And yes, I made him clean up his mess before I kicked him out. Boundaries, darling.) 🛌🍆