When my parents paid extra for me to have a solo dorm, they thought they were doing me a favor, giving me the perfect space to focus, study, and stay out of trouble.

instead, they just gave me the freedom to be as filthy as i want.

no roommates means no interruptions. no one to walk in when i’m spread out on my bed, legs shaking, lost in the pleasure of my own fingers. no one to hear when i invite a guy over and drop to my knees the second the door shuts.

just last night, a guy came over to “study,” but we both knew that wasn’t gonna happen. i was in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, already teasing him before he even sat down. a few minutes later, i had my lips wrapped around his cock, feeling him throb on my tongue, making him groan as i took him deeper.

i swallowed every drop, licked my lips, and then? i just smiled and said, “we should study together more often.”