The Roommate

Sadie Swede got more than she bargained for when Bobbi Starr moved in. She’s obsessive. Hungry. And she doesn’t ask twice. Bobbi cuffs her to the bed and strips her down. Sadie’s wrists tug against the metal. No chance. Bobbi spreads her legs and gets to work—tongue first, wet and greedy, licking deep between her cheeks like she’s tasting something forbidden. Then come the toys. One after another, shoved in without warning. Sadie gasps, hips jerking, but Bobbi just holds her down and keeps going. Every thrust stretches her wider. Every moan earns her a slap. She doesn’t stop until Sadie’s hole is slick, open, and pulsing. Then she gags her. Ties the cloth tight. Leaves her there—wrists cuffed, ass exposed, dripping—while she makes a call. Sadie hears the door open. Her boyfriend’s voice. Bobbi’s low whisper. She steps aside. He sees her like that. Bound. Used. Ready. And he doesn’t hesitate.