Rainy Night Pool Tease: Roommate’s Savage Surrender

Rain hammers the windows. Thunder growls. I’m alone in our apartment, perched on the bay window bench, watching the storm devour the streets. Two weeks of drought since that quick fuck with Sandra. My cock aches for her hidden side. Her breasts haunt my jerks—tattooed? Veined? Perfect? Unknown.

Door slams. Her curses echo. ‘Fuck this rain! Ruined my new sweater!’ She emerges, drenched. Gray V-neck clings like skin. Naughty Girl logo mocks me. Bra outlines sharp. Low pants slip, bikini bottoms peek. Hair plastered, red tips dripping. Flame scalp glows. She shakes it, splashes me. I dive into her cleavage—wet, matte skin.

Desire’s Fever Rises

She sways past, hips hypnotic. My jeans tent hard. I gulp water, fight the throb. Redeem myself: raid fridge. Fruits, ice cream, open sweet bubbly. Pop echoes. She shrieks. I laugh loud.

She storms out in short pareo, tight tee baring midriff. No bra—nipples hint. We sit. Storm whispers. Snacks vanish. Tension melts. ‘Great roommate,’ she purrs, stretching. Breasts strain fabric.

‘Pool?’ Basement cool. She shivers. I rub her arms. Coquettish smile. I rack balls. She saunters, hips rolling, drinks in hand. Takes cue slow, eyes locked. Re-hardening.

She sinks three first shot. Game on. I bend. She lifts tee—flat belly taunts. I pocket. She flashes bush fringe, fingers pubic hair. Cheeks burn. I miss.

Her turn. Hands glide her back. Nibble ear lobe. She sinks. I stroke thighs, hike pareo. Lips bite. She misses.

She grinds tits on my back. I sink two. Ice cube idea. Glide on her neck—goosebumps, squeak. She pockets anyway. Kiss lumbar hollow, melt ice on ass cheek. Tremble. Hand between my thighs, grips cock, strokes balls. I barely sink.

Her final shots: cue up calf, pareo hikes. Stroke bare ass. Fingers probe thong aside, slick lips. She wins black. Triumph.

The heat surges. Heart pounds. Skin fever-hot. Urgency claws.

Grab hips. Hoist her onto green felt. ‘Keep focus,’ she taunts, arching. Eyes blaze blue fire. Kneel. Yank pareo. Strip red thong. Legs splay wide. Basin undulates.

Blaze of Raw Possession

Blow on sex—long exhale shudders her. Squeeze tit through tee. Spread lips. Tongue laps slow. Shivers rack. Guttural moans pierce storm. Suck clit. Tongue fucks depths. Nibble button. Drink her flood.

‘Hmm, yes. Ooh, don’t stop.’ Fingers tangle hair. Edge her close, deny. Index plunges. Slow thrust. Add middle. She sucks my juice-coated finger clean.

Clit assault: flick, swirl, suck hard. Basin bucks. Fingers piston. She erupts—endless wail, sweat beads forehead, throat arches.

Lust roars. Stand. Pin wrists overhead. Eyes plead. Gland rubs slit. Yank hips. Impale deep. Râle escapes. Eyes roll.

Wrists to back. Chest bows. Slow, deep pumps. Cries punctuate. Lay her down. Bite tits through cloth. ‘So good. Never stop.’ Accelerate. Clit thumb. Hips clash, balls slap. Savage thrusts. She convulses—prolonged groan, body waves.

‘Cum on me.’ Pull out. Grip hip. Three thick ropes splatter belly, cleavage.

Release. Caress hips. Legs wobble. She scoops semen, sucks finger, eyes devouring.

Kiss neck sweat. Nap on felt. She rises, bare ass sways. Gulps drink. Shower hisses upstairs. I follow path of strewn clothes. Guzzle cold water. Imagine soap tracing my seed from her skin.

Perfect distance. Room claims me. Legs sprawl. Eyes heavy. Sink into righteous slumber. Skin still tingles. Unique blaze etched.