Girl wakes up roomie by riding dick

We were both still half-asleep when I felt her shift beside me, and honestly, there’s no better way to describe it than that raw, sleepy need that just takes over—she was my amateur, austrian roomie, and this morning she wasn’t waiting for coffee or even a proper hello, she just threw one leg over my hips and settled down on me with this low, breathy sigh that told me she’d been thinking about it all night, and I could feel the heat of her through the thin cotton of my boxers as she started to grind, slow and deliberate, like she was testing how much resistance I had left, and the way her damp, tousled hair fell across her face in that soft morning light made everything feel ridiculously intimate, not staged or forced, just two people who knew each other’s rhythms and decided the alarm clock was bullshit, so I let my hands slide up her thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise as she rocked back and forth, and she let out this tiny, almost surprised whimper when I gripped her hips and urged her faster, her skin slick with sleep-warm sweat, and I could watch the way her chest heaved under her loose tank top, her nipples hard against the fabric, and she leaned forward to brace herself on my chest, her breath hot and uneven against my neck as she whispered something in German that I didn’t understand but felt in every nerve ending, and she picked up the pace, that wet, rhythmic sound filling the quiet room, and I could feel myself hardening completely inside her as she rode me with this lazy, confident ease that only comes from true familiarity, her fingers digging into my shoulders when she hit that perfect angle, and her moans got higher, more urgent, as she chased that dawn release, and I watched her eyes flutter shut, her lips parted, and when she finally came, it was this shuddering, full-body collapse that pulled me right along with her, and afterward she just flopped down beside me, breathless and grinning, and all I could think was that this was the best fucking wake-up call I’d ever had, no alarm required, just her warmth and that unspoken understanding between roommates who’d crossed that line months ago and never looked back.