Roommate Hookup

Kevin joined me in the living room and we watched a movie I’d rented. As we watched, we unconsciously moved closer to each other, and before the movie was over we were making out.

Again.

In no time we were horizontal on the couch, our clothing discarded and Kevin on top of me, slipping his fingers between the wet folds of my cunt. I climaxed quickly, in just a few minutes, and when his fingers delved deeper I was sure I’d come again soon. I was right. Not two minutes later, I was shrieking with ecstasy from a second orgasm.

When Kevin finally slid into me, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. He always seemed to know instinctively how to please me. He stroked in and out, shallow at first, then deeper, then alternating between the two. With each stroke I felt my body shiver with excitement. Soon I had my legs wrapped around his waist and I was raising my hips to meet his thrusts.

We kept at it until we both came, and it was explosive. Kevin climaxed just after I did, my juices flowing out around his cock as he shot into me. After we caught our breath, we both laughed at how we had no interest in dating, but still we kept fucking each other.

As far as I’m concerned, there are worse ways to bond with a roommate.

— M.O., Florida

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