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The living room feels smaller the moment he steps out for a quick errand, leaving her alone on the emerald velvet couch with his roommate. She shifts in her black corset top and tiny plaid skirt, sheer black stockings whispering against each other as she crosses and uncrosses her legs. The air thickens with unspoken tension while he sits a little too close, eyes flicking between her face and the way the corset laces strain across her full breasts. She catches his stare and lets a slow, knowing smile spread, one hand casually resting high on her thigh, fingers tracing the lace top of her stocking. What starts as innocent conversation turns electric. She leans forward, pretending to adjust her heel, giving him a clear view down the deep valley between her tits. His hand lands on her knee, tentative at first, then bolder as she doesn't pull away. Instead she parts her legs just enough for him to see the black thong already damp beneath the skirt. A soft gasp escapes her when his fingers slide higher, hooking the thin fabric aside and plunging into her slick heat. She bites her lip, eyes fluttering, but keeps them locked on his as she reaches for his zipper. Within seconds she's on her knees between his spread thighs, skirt hiked up around her waist, stockings taut against her skin. She takes him deep in one eager motion, lips stretching around his thickness while her tongue swirls relentlessly. Saliva drips down her chin, mixing with the faint smear of her lipstick as she bobs faster, hollowing her cheeks and moaning around him. He grips her hair, guiding her rhythm until tears prick the corners of her eyes from the depth, yet she only pushes further, gagging softly in delicious surrender. She climbs back onto the couch, straddling him reverse so he gets the full view of her ass framed by garters and stockings. Skirt flipped up, she sinks down slowly, letting every inch stretch her open while she rocks her hips in slow, filthy circles. Her hands brace on his thighs for leverage as she picks up speed, riding him hard, the wet slap of skin echoing off the marble-accented walls. The mirror across the room catches everything: her arched back, bouncing breasts spilling from the corset, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She spins around to face him, legs hooked over the couch arms, spreading herself wide. He drives up into her with powerful thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cries out, walls fluttering around him. The pace turns frantic until she shatters first, soaking his lap in a hot rush while her body convulses. He follows immediately, pulling out to unload thick ropes across her stomach, chest, and the black lace still clinging to her skin. She scoops a finger through the mess, bringing it to her lips with a wicked grin just as the front door rattles. They freeze for a heartbeat, then she smooths her skirt down with trembling hands, leaving him dazed and spent. The roommate slips away seconds before the boyfriend walks in, oblivious to the flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and the faint scent of sex hanging in the air like a secret. She meets her boyfriend's kiss with the same sweet smile, already plotting the next stolen moment.