Not yet.

On the second night of Rory lounging in bed, his head slightly swimming from a few drinking games with the other flatmates before he snuck away before the drinks really started flowing. Ella wasn't present, of course. And his mind began to wander its usual path -- searching for satisfaction from whatever he desired at the moment. In this instance, it was Ella's body. With fervour, he grabbed his phone, looking for something pornographic to state his desires. But none of it compared to the sheer perfection of Ella's body - her gorgeous curves, tight ass, and lush breasts that threatened to spill over her top when she laughed. He had never seen a more spectacular vision in all his life.

Getting his cock out and starting to jerk off to Ella. Picturing himself stripping her, revealing her stunning tits with their hard nipples. Burying his face in them, licking and sucking until she moaned. Pinching those lovely nipples between thumb and forefinger. His hands groping her small but tight ass. A finger slid into her slit, which clung to it desperately.

Rory had been aware of the sound of the front door and Ella's room door creaking, but he was so lost in his own world that he hadn't paid any attention to it. He'd been too preoccupied with his jerk-off session to give it a thought.

Out of nowhere, his trance was broken by a simple rhythm.