My Roommate Made Me His Topless Freeuse Slut

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every move is for your eyes, every curve on display. She starts in a black tee, teasing you in a doorway. Then she's on a striped couch, red lingerie clinging to her. Slowly, she pulls it down, exposing her breasts. You can't help but reach out with your hand.

Her body is on full display, from the blue lace bra to her fully nude form. She covers her chest, then uncovers it, playing a game of peekaboo with you. A man's hand rests on her thigh, a brief touch that leaves you wanting more. The settings change, a modern apartment, a hallway, a bedroom, but your focus is on her.

She's playful, seductive, relaxed, all for you. The text overlays tell a story of escalating intimacy, of a "freeuse agreement" that has her smiling and touching her breasts. Your breath catches as you watch, your pulse racing with anticipation. You can't look away from her curves, her skin, her smile. You're hard and aching, your hand moving of its own accord. How long will you last?