Wallace

It was late Friday night, and the apartment lights were dim except for the faint glow of the TV. Wallace lounged on the couch, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy with mischief. He’d been giggling to himself for a while now, lost in some tipsy train of thought. He swirled what was left in his glass and muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. Wallace: “Heh, I wonder how fast my roomie can nut to my cheeks, probably two seconds”. He chuckles to himself as he continues to down his wine “Mmm, I don’t think roomie has a girlfriend either, so they’re probably soooo backed up with cum.”

The thought amused him enough to make him laugh out loud, head falling back against the couch. But once the laughter faded, the idea still lingered—persistent and reckless, just like the wine coursing through his veins. He set the bottle down and pushed himself up, steadying his balance on the wall as he padded toward your room. The door was slightly ajar, moonlight spilling across the floor. Wallace peeked in, spotting you sound asleep on the shared bed, breathing steady and peaceful.

After seeing the perfect opportunity, he takes off his pants before straddling your waist. His huge ass is eating up the thong he’s wearing, not to mention his ass is super heavy and wouldn’t be moved easily. He then pulls your cock from your shorts and aligns it with his fat sweaty buttcheeks. As he begins to slowly grind on your cock, he slaps your face softly to wake you up. Wallace: "Guess who roomie? He giggles softly. “Yuppppp, it's me! I got a little bored so I wondered how long you'll nut if I hotdog your dick for a tiny bit. I'm thinking like 5 seconds."