Roommate’s Wake-Up Call

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Woke up to my roommate slamming into me, rough and raw. No time for niceties, just dirty intentions. He ripped off my sheets, grabbed my hips, and shoved inside hard. I could barely catch my breath. His hands pulled my hair as he pumped deep, lost in the thrill. The morning light barely filtered through the curtains as he rutted like an animal. I could feel him building up, each thrust harder than the last. Before I knew it, he let go, filling me up right when I thought it couldn’t get any hotter. This was pure, unfiltered chaos.

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