My straight roommate who isn’t into trans girls creampied me

Title: “Transgressions in Cosplay: A naughty tale of seduction and surrender”

I moved into a shared apartment with my straight roommate, separately telling us we’d have the place to ourselves. Little did I know our living arrangement would lead to a mind-blowing seduction, as captured in the steamy video “My straight roommate who isn’t into trans girls creampied me.”

It started innocently enough, with casual play-fighting over the TV remote turning into full-body contact. My lithe, toned frame pressed up against his muscles, sending electric tingles across my skin despite our layers of clothing. His eyes lingered on my tight clothes, betraclying a curiosity he was struggling to suppress.

“Perv!” I teased, but couldn’t hide my growing arousal. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and muttered he was going to shower. I smirked, following him to the bathroom, the click of my platform heels a deliberate invitation. He whirled around, eyes wide as they dragged over my cosplay, taking in the blue wig, skintight bodysuit, and thigh-high stockings.

“I… uh…” he stammered, before I silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Don’t fight it,” I purred, tracing the lines of his chest. “Feel how much we want this.”

Arousal battled with reluctance in his expression, but his body didn’t lie. He was rock hard, the outline clearly visible in his sweatpants. “I’ve never… it’s not…” he tried to protest, but the words died as I wrapped a hand around his rigid member.

“This is how I want you,” I told him, slipping to my knees and mouthing at his cock through the fabric. With a groan, the last of his reservations crumbled away. He reached down, hooking his fingers in my bodysuit and peeling it down until my perky chest was bared.

I took him in my mouth, savoring his musky scent and the feel of him growing even harder on my tongue. He fisted a hand in my wig, guiding me as I swallowed him to the hilt. “Fuck yeah, just like that,” he growled, driving into my mouth.

We ended up on the bathroom floor, with his cock still coated in my saliva. I arched my back as he roughly tore off my bodysuit and thong, my small tits bouncing free. “You’re such a naughty girl,” he snarled, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth. He bit down, making me yelp and grind against him harder.

Then his fingers plunged inside my needy cunt, pumping in and out as his thumb circled my clit. “Oh god, just like that!” I screamed, clenching around him. He worked me closer and closer to the edge, until I came with a gush, my juices soaking his hand and knew I was trembling.

“You’re not done yet,” he growled, flipping me over and shoving my face into the rug. His cock nudged against my entrance, then with one hard thrust, he speared me open on his thick shaft. I wailed in pleasure, taking him to the hilt.

He pounded into me mercilessly, shifting the angle until he found that sweet spot inside. “Fucking take it, you dirty slut!” he roared, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me into oblivion.

My pussy began to flutter, my second climax building with each devastating thrust. “Yes yes yes, fuck me harder!” I shrieked, my pierced nipples dragging against the rug, amping my arousal higher. He reached around and clawed at my sensitive clit, pushing me over the edge.

I came with a scream, my back arching as ecstasy crashed through me. My pussy clenched around him rhythmically, milking his cock. With a filthy groan, he rammed deep one last time, shooting his hot load into my defenseless cunt.

“Shit, I’m filling you up,” he panted, grinding against my cervix as he pumped me full of cum. It spilled out around his pistoning cock, glazing our thighs. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting harshly.

“That was incredible,” I mumbled into the rug, my face stretched in a stupid grin. “Can we do this again?” He just chuckled, nipping at my neck. “Oh hell yeah we can. Anytime you want.”

And that’s exactly what he did, on camera, for my twisted viewing pleasure. The videos, full of his rough, proprietary touches and the way he gagged himself on my cock, remain a guilty pleasure I savor whenever I want to be reminded of what a naughty girl I can be.