Mia had always been wired differently—horny from the most mundane triggers, like the way her silk blouse brushed her nipples while she folded laundry. Today it was the simple drip of condensation from her iced coffee sliding down her wrist that sent heat pooling between her legs. "Fuck it," she muttered, abandoning the task and dashing to her room, already unbuttoning her jeans. She flopped onto the bed, fingers diving straight into her dripping pussy, panting as she circled her clit with desperate urgency.
Lost in the rhythm, she didn't hear the front door until it creaked open. Her roommate Jake stumbled in, drunk from an afternoon happy hour, his eyes widening at the sight. "Mia? Shit, sorry—I thought you were out." But he didn't leave, lingering with a tipsy grin. She smirked, not missing a beat, her hand still moving. "Caught me at the worst—or best—time. You look like you could use some fun too, drunk as you are."
Jake chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "You're not shy, are you? Most girls would scream." Mia sat up, strong and unashamed, crooking a finger. "Scream? Please. I'm horny, not scared. Come here and prove that cock of yours isn't just for show." Her voice was sharp, teasing, as she pulled him closer by his belt. He was hard already, and she freed it with a wicked laugh. "Witty comeback for a drunk guy—now shut up and let me taste."
She dropped to her knees for a quick, sloppy blowjob, her tongue working him until he groaned, but she wasn't submissive—she pushed him onto the bed and straddled him instead. "My rules tonight," she said, guiding his hard cock into her wet pussy. They moved together, her ass grinding down as he thrust up, both sweating and panting in the heat of it. "God, you're tight—needy little thing," he rasped. She fired back, "And you're better than my fingers, so don't stop."
Jake flipped her only for her to reclaim control, riding him harder, her pussy clenching as she chased release. He came first with a grunt, cum spilling inside her, but she kept going, fingers on her clit until she followed, body shuddering. They collapsed, panting, but Mia's eyes gleamed with fresh obsession—she wasn't done.
"That was just a taste," she whispered, already stroking him back to hardness. "You're not leaving this room until I say so."
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