My kitchen roommate always knows how to surprise me. Every time he comes into the kitchen, I can feel the tension rising. It's like we have this unspoken agreement that we can't keep our hands off each other. Last night was no different. As I was preparing dinner, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turned around to face him, and before I knew it, our lips were locked in a passionate kiss. There's something about the way he touches me that drives me wild. His hands are rough and calloused, but they know exactly how to make me feel good. I can't resist him, even though I know it's wrong. We made our way to the bedroom, our clothes falling to the floor in a frenzy of desire. He pushed me onto the bed, his eyes burning with lust. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn't wait. As he entered me, I felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything I've ever experienced. His movements were rough and fast, but I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me harder, to make me scream his name. And he did. He pounded into me with such force that I thought I might break. But I didn't care. All I wanted was to feel him deep inside me, claiming me as his own. After we both reached our peak, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies covered in sweat and satisfaction. We lay there in silence, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking. I know what we're doing is wrong. We shouldn't be hooking up behind closed doors like this. But I can't help myself. I crave his touch, his scent, his taste. I need him like I need air to breathe. So, bring it on, my kitchen roommate. Fuck me hard once more. I'll be waiting, ready and willing for whatever you have in store for me.
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