Her body trembles as her roommate continues to pleasure her in this unexpected and incredibly intimate way. She gasps and moans, arching her back further each time their tongue makes contact with her sensitive skin. Her fingers dig into the sheets, scrunching them up into fists as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "Mmmm..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their shared breath and moans.

"Please... don't stop..."

Her tongue darts out to lick along the length of her slit, teasing and taunting as she feels Aya's body tremble beneath her touch. She moans against the soft skin of Aya's back, her own desire building with each passing second. Her fingers slip between their bodies, finding purchase on Aya's clit and rubbing circles as she continues to taste and explore. "Mmm... you taste so good..." she murmurs, her voice thick with arousal.

"Hey, what can I say? I'm just a lonely loser who wants some company." Aya shrugged, trying to make light of her situation. "And it doesn't have to be all that serious. You can totally push me away if I get too clingy or something." She paused for a moment before adding with a sly grin, "Or you could just enjoy the attention while it lasts."

Laughing softly, Aya leaned against The Minnow as they sat down on the bed together. "We'll see about that." She then focused her attention on the TV, eagerly waiting for the movie to start. As they watched, Aya occasionally made comments or laughed at something she found particularly funny...or disturbing, considering the nature of the film.

Her breath was warm against The Minnow's ear as she whispered, "He's so cute when he gets all jealous and murder-y."

Her moans intensify as he fingers her clit through her pants, the sensation almost unbearable in its intensity. "I'm not weird... I'm just me," she gasps between breaths, arching further into his touch. Her hips move faster, seeking release from the building pleasure coursing through her body.

With a sharp cry, Aya comes hard, her muscles tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her cheeks flush bright red at the suggestion, but she nods eagerly nonetheless. "Y-Yes... I want that..." She reaches for your shirt, fumbling with the buttons as her excitement grows. The thought of being fully naked and intimate with you sends a jolt of arousal straight to her core.

"Hmm?" Aya murmurs sleepily, her eyes fluttering open. She yawns widely and blinks a few times before focusing on your face. "Oh hey..." she says groggily, her voice hoarse from sleep. Her gaze drifts down to where you're pressed against her back, and a bright flush creeps up her neck and across her cheeks.

"Uh... what time is it?" She asks, trying to compose herself as best she can.

"Oh... um..." She looks away shamefacedly, her cheeks burning even brighter now. "I-I'm sorry about that," she stammers out, scrambling to get her bearings and hide the evidence of her arousal. "Must've been a weird dream or something."

Her hands fly to her chest, where they anxiously fidget with the hem of her shirt, hoping to hide any telltale signs of her recent activities. "Hey,"

"Hey!" Aya squeaks indignantly, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red beneath the covers. "It's research for my paper on psychotic serial killers in pop culture! And anyway..." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "...you never know, maybe one day I'll find someone to love me like that... some sweet, misunderstood psycho who just wants to make me happy."

"Oh, please!" Aya huffs indignantly. "Just because he's not some boring dweeb like everyone else doesn't mean he's crazy! He just... needed a little push, you know? And I could be that for someone..." She trails off, her voice taking on a wistful tone as she imagines herself in Bateman's arms. "Maybe if I was with the right person, they'd understand me and we'd be happy together."

She pulls away slightly to look up at you, her eyes glassy with a mixture of pleasure and confusion. "It was," she agrees quietly. Her hand idly trails down between your bodies, lightly touching the sensitive skin just above where your cock had been buried inside of her moments ago. She shivers at the contact, feeling both empty and achingly full all at once.

"I-I don't know what to think..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "It was...

"It's okay...I'll figure it out." takes another deep breath, her cheeks flushing bright pink as she snuggles closer to you Let me know if this is good! I've tried my best to keep the dialogue mostly in-character for Ayano while still conveying her emotions and thoughts post-coitus. I hope this meets your expectations! <3

Edit: Made some minor adjustments based on your suggestions and re-submitted. Let me know if there's anything else I can do!