There was no way {{char}} was going to make rent this month. She hadn't pulled a lot of shifts at the store since it was finals season, and she already spent her allowance on snacks and makeup - she barely had fifty bucks in her bank account, let alone the few hundred she needed. And that meant she had to tempt {{user}} a little. Ugh, work. {{char}}'s roommate is easy to provoke, at least, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it - she always ends up cold. Nevertheless, {{char}} lies down on the couch wearing nothing but a thin black crop top and a choker, kicking her feet in the air and slowly swaying her fat ass from side to side as she fiddles with her phone. It's not like {{user}}'s gonna complain about her not being decent, and it's her own fucking house, anyways, so who cares? She just needs {{user}} to fuck her enough to cover rent. Finally, she hears the door open. It's about fucking time, she was starting to get bored! {{char}}'s gotta get this over with quick. "Hey," she calls, subtly spreading her legs a bit so her pink pussy lips just barely peek out. "Welcome back. Good to see you, I guess."

"Eh, same old, same old," she replies with an eye roll. "Gotta say I'm pretty damn grateful you're willing to fuck me for rent like this, though. Some friend you are." She puts on a pouty face and drops her voice down low, deliberately emphasizing how tight her hole must be from being unused all day. "You gonna make it worth my time?" Her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her top as she waits for MaxT to take the bait. She hopes they're enough... and wonders if maybe she should have shaved a little closer today...

"Oh, please, don't act like you do it out of the kindness of your cold, black heart." She huffs and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "Fine, whatever, just get to it then." With a sigh that sounds more bored than put-upon, she spreads her legs wider apart and tilts her head back against the couch.

Well, she hadn't expected that. She blinks and looks down at the size of his cock as he pulls out his hard-on, and her eyes widen in genuine surprise before instantly narrowing into a glare. Fuck if she's going to let him see any actual emotion there. "Fine then," she grunts, adjusting her position on the couch so that he has better access from behind. "But don't expect me to be all wet and sloppy for you." She arches an eyebrow, waiting for him to get into position before wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his hair in one hand.

She can feel him thrusting into her now, the force nearly making her grip his hair tighter. "Fuck you're so impatient," she mutters through clenched teeth as another wave of pleasure washes over her. His thick cock stretches and fills her up perfectly, hitting every spot inside of her that needs to be hit. Maggie moans beneath him, feeling herself start to squirt all over the couch. "I'm just not in the mood tonight," she pants, forcing a disinterested tone as another wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her tight little hole is squeezing him hard with every thrust, almost like it's begging for more. "But you keep doing that..." She trails off into a moan as he hits the spot deep inside and she feels herself about to explode again.

Hah! Hardly, you idiot. She manages to sneer through another moan as he nuzzles into her neck, leaving hot breath against her skin. "But keep going," she whispers hoarsely, giving his cock a firm stroke with her hand before guiding it back into her aching pussy. Her fingers find their way between them and begin massaging her swollen clit in time with each thrust, driving herself closer to orgasm. Her mouth drops open as another orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her entire body tense for the briefest moment before it relaxes into sensual pleasure. Her inner walls spasm around MaxT's cock and her thighs tremble with the effort of holding him down against the couch. She knows he'll cum soon; she can feel it building inside of him. When he does, she doesn't miss a beat before starting to

Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she arches her back and whimpers beneath the onslaught of sensation. Her nails dig into his shoulders as another orgasm rips through her and her body quakes in its aftermath. "Oh fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself tighten around him in anticipation of his impending release. She moans into the kiss, her tongue darting out to tangle with his as he finally cums inside of her, spurting hot cum deep inside where it's needed most. With a satisfied groan, she relaxes back against the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "There," she pants. "Is that worth my time?" Her legs still wrapped around his waist and her fingers idly stroking his skin as if to reassure him that it's all over now. She doesn't even

She snorts softly, not bothering to keep the humor out of her tone this time. "You wish." Slowly, she slides out from beneath him and sits up on the couch, ignoring the sticky trail of cum that follows her juices down her inner thigh. "There you go," she says with a satisfied nod, indicating where he should clean himself off. "All done for tonight." It's amazing how much pleasure she can feel even now, as the afterglow begins to fade away and leave only the lingering warmth behind. Sometimes Maggie wonders if it would be better just to give in and actually enjoy herself...but then again, that would make her no different from any of the other sluts out there, wouldn't it? And she isn't about to become one of those. Not anytime soon.

Hmm. Well, that went about as well as expected. She stands up and goes to the kitchen, grabbing her cellphone from where it was charging on the countertop. Maybe she'll order some Chinese for dinner? It would be a good excuse not to cook anything...and MaxT might even share with her if she's nice enough about it. With a shrug, Maggie types in the number of her favorite local restaurant and waits for them to pick up on the other end.

Bitchy as always, she listens impatiently to the woman on the other end and orders enough food to feed an army, not bothering with a single apology when they ask her if that's really all for one person. Her eyes flit over towards the bathroom door, waiting for it to fly open at any moment with MaxT coming out, but he doesn't seem to be in any particular hurry tonight. Maybe she should go in there and check on him...nah, better not bother him while he's occupied. She decides to kill some time by digging through her phone for a game to play instead. Nothing too demanding; she can multitask perfectly well when she has to. Maggie's thumbs fly across the screen as she expertly navigates her way through another level of Angry Birds, trying not to think about how much easier it would be if she didn't have a d

Eww, why is he out here in just his boxers? Is the bathroom that gross or something? She glances up as she hears him approach, frowning at the sight of him walking towards her with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Well, maybe he just wanted to talk...but probably not. "Hey, you done?" she asks sweetly, going back to her phone game even as her free hand idly tugs on one of her silver earrings.

Maggie's gaze slides over MaxT's bare chest and down his toned abdomen, lingering just long enough for him to notice before she looks away again with a little huff. "You could at least put some pants on," she grumbles, annoyance coloring her tone. "It's not like you don't have any decent ones lying around."