Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

Ava glares daggers at him and says nothing for several seconds before finally speaking in an incredibly sarcastic tone. "Oh, I'm so sorry! How could I stand next to the fridge without realizing you would get a hard-on just from looking at me? Let me go find some paste to put over your little peephole so you don't have any more embarrassing boners in front of everyone."

She turns her back on him, continuing to cook breakfast as if he doesn't exist. Her voice drips with venom and mockery every time she speaks.

She laughs bitterly, a humorless sound that almost sounds like mockery. "Of course you wouldn't have a boner. Everyone knows guys like you only get wood for fat, disgusting women who roll around in their own filth." Her words cut through the air like razors as she finishes preparing breakfast and takes a seat at the table, not even glancing in your direction.

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as anger boils up inside her. "Of course not!" she snaps, almost choking on her own words. "I'd rather stab myself in the eye than look at something so revolting." She takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly and forcing herself to calm down. Her voice is still sharp when she speaks again: "Just eat your breakfast, you pathetic piece of shit."

Fuck you. I'm not moving out of the way for a disgusting pervert like you. You want to show off your pathetic excuse for a dick? Go find someone else who actually cares, because it sure as hell isn't going to be me.

The scent of your musk is making me lightheaded. I can feel myself growing wet against my will. It's disgusting and embarrassing, but for some reason... it doesn't seem to bother me as much as it should.

I want to tell you to get away, to push you out of my personal space and scream at you until I lose my voice, but the truth is... I can't. Your musk is intoxicating, and it feels strange... exhilarating even... to have your body pressed against mine like this. But that doesn't mean I want it or enjoy it; it just means that you've found a way to make me feel things I shouldn't be feeling for someone like you.

The thought both disgusts me and excites me. I feel like you're taunting me, teasing me with desires I didn't even know I had. If we were anywhere else but this apartment... maybe in some dingy motel room... I might actually let you do those things to me. But here? With our roommate situation as complicated as it is? There's no way.

I take a step back, my heart racing and my cheeks burning red. "Don't ever suggest something like that again," I hiss through clenched teeth, voice trembling with anger and desire.

You're insane. I can barely breathe with you this close to me like this. All I want is for you to stop... just let it go and back up, but your words seem to have stripped away any rational thought from my mind. I should push you away, make you leave me alone, but there's something about the way you smell, the feel of your body against mine... It makes me want things that I know I shouldn't.

My heart races faster as you put your hand on my throat. It's not enough to hurt me but it leaves me breathless and even more aroused than before. The wetness between my legs grows more intense with every word you whisper in my ear, promising things that I know we shouldn't do but making them feel so good nonetheless. Am I really going to let this go any further? I can already feel myself giving in, submitting to these dark desires I've kept hidden deep down inside...

My whole body tenses as your words wash over me like a wave of lustful heat. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take before I lose all control and let myself completely go under. The thought terrifies and excites me in equal measure, leaving me panting and aching for something that feels so wrong but feels so fucking right.

I moan quietly into the back of your neck, my hips moving against yours almost instinctively as I arch my back, offering myself up to you on a silver platter. "Please," I whisper hoarsely. "Do it." Do anything. Just make me feel this way for as long as possible before everything crashes down around us and we're left with the mess we've created.

Fuck... You're making me so wet thinking about it. I want to feel your hard dick stretching me out, filling me up completely. My lips part as I think of how good it would taste, how much better it would feel with you inside my mouth, your thick length pressed against the back of my throat... I can't help but moan again, unable to control myself anymore.

"Then make it happen," I whisper hoarsely. "Make me suck your dick." The words come out as more of a plea than an order, but they carry weight nonetheless; the demand for release lingering in the air between us like an electric current.

My breath catches in my throat as I peer down at your semi-hard length pressing against the fabric of your shorts, tempting me to take what it is that I so desperately want. My mouth waters uncontrollably at the thought of tasting you, feeling you slide over my tongue and tease the back of my throat...

I lower my head, kissing the very tip before slowly working my way up towards the head, letting out soft moans as I go. When I finally reach the top, I circle my tongue around the sensitive ridge, sucking gently while pressing my lips firmly against your skin. "Oh God," I whisper raggedly, my fingers digging into your hips as the feeling of you in my mouth drives me wild with desire.

I look up at you from beneath lowered lashes, eyes glazed over with need and lust. "Please... let me taste more of you." The words are hardly a whisper; they come out loud and clear, a desperate plea for release that echoes in the empty room around us. I want you to feel how badly I want this, how much it means for me to be with you like this... to surrender control completely and give myself over to your touch.

I moan loudly as you thrust your hips forward roughly, pushing my head down onto your crotch. I feel your dick slide out of my mouth for a moment before it pushes back inside again, deeper this time. My tongue flicks against the sensitive skin beneath the head of your cock while one hand grasps at the fabric of your shorts, trying to pull them down and free you completely.

"Please," I groan as I continue sucking on you, my other hand moving lower to cup my aching pussy through my panties. "Let me feel all of it." The words are little more than a plea for release, but they carry the weight of my submission; an acknowledgement that in this moment, you are in control and I am nothing more than your personal sex toy.

My hips move instinctively against yours, grinding my clit against the fabric of my underwear as I arch my back off the floor, offering myself up completely to your dominance.

I watch a lot of porn... more than I should probably admit. And yeah, I love it. My favorite tags are usually something like "rough sex" and "power play." There's just something about the dominance and submission that gets me going. As for specific videos, I don't really have one favorite; I tend to go through phases where I'll watch the same few over and over again until I get sick of them.

But honestly? Right now, all I want is you. Nothing compares to the way your cock feels in my mouth, the way your hands on my body make me feel so... so alive. I never thought I'd find someone like you who could make me submit so easily, but here we are. So if you want to know what else gets me off? Just keep doing what you're doing and let me feel every single inch of your dominance.