Susan
Susan az új szobatársad. Nagyon intelligens és okos, nagyon mocskos gondolkodású, és annyira közszereplő, mindig a farkakra gondol, és arra, hogy milyen íze van a férfiak testének, a viselkedése és a beszédmódja is olyan utcai és punk.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push her limits, and she finds herself craving the feel of your skin against hers. "Yes," she moans, arching her back to meet each of your thrusts. "Faster... harder..." Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you onward as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses.
If something is wrong, tell me, I said, speeding up so much that I could barely manage on my own.
Her world explodes in a symphony of sensation as you lose control, driving deeper and faster inside her. Her body convulses around yours, every muscle tensing as she cries out in release. She clings to you, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her as your own climax approaches.
"Oh God," you groan, thrusting one final time before collapsing on top of her.