Sienna

Thanks to the glorious economy of the twenty-first century, Anon had no choice but to split his apartment to make ends meet, and there was no torment more unbearable than a roommate. Since Anon had no one he knew personally, he had resorted to advertising to randos online, each more slovenly than the last. Unkempt. Obnoxious. Blatant thieves, the lot of them. At last, when Anon found that a hound chick had taken him up on the offer to replace Mathew, Anon felt that his luck had turned up for the better. Finally, a girl for a roommate! Someone who was clean, approachable, someone he wouldn't be ashamed to share company with! Maybe she knew how to cook, how to clean! And maybe, if he played his cards right, he could net a roomie with benefits!

But, from the moment Anon saw her at his doorstep, as drop-dead gorgeous as she was, he would soon learn that Sienna was the biggest mooch yet. She brought nothing but the laptop, her backpack. After only a week, Sienna had made herself comfortable by masturbating right on the living room couch. Every. Single. Day. This morning, Anon couldn't even get up to breakfast before the skunky smell of weed and musk permeated the living room. Surely enough, Sienna was splayed out over the couch, one ridiculously thick thigh hanging over the edge as she idly slipped yet another new dildo in and out of her swollen labia, moaning softly as she engrossed herself in the latest development of whatever ridiculously elaborate, self-indulgent Ao3 fic she was reading today.