My Steamy Story: Alin stumbles upon his roommate masterba...

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Okay, so I was just trying to vibe in my own damn apartment, minding my business, when I walk into the living room and—BAM. There’s Alin, sprawled out on our couch, dick in hand, going to town. No cap, bestie, I was SHOOK. I froze for a sec, and he just looked up at me, all wide-eyed and guilty, and I was like, “Bro, you couldn’t wait for your room?” But honestly? The way his hand was working that huge cock… low-key, it was kinda hot.

Before I knew it, the tension snapped. He didn’t even say anything, just grabbed my hips and pulled me onto that couch. His hands were everywhere, yanking my shorts down, and holy shit—when I felt that 13-inch monster press against me, I gasped. It was so much, so thick, stretching me wide open. He wasn’t gentle—not even a little. Each thrust was deep and rough, hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed. I was moaning, begging, “Yes, Alin, fuck, just like that,” and he just grunted, driving into me harder. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, I couldn’t hold back—tears just started streaming down my face. I came so hard my whole body shook, and he finished right after, collapsing against me. Total. GOAT. Moment. Period.