She runs into your roommate again.

Watching through the doorway, you see her cross the living room and enter the bathroom. That door, she does close; seems she does have some boundaries. At the moment, the living room's empty anyway. Your roommate must be in his bedroom, or the kitchen.

The question is quickly resolved when he comes through the kitchen doorway, a full glass of water in hand. While Safiya's in the bathroom, he returns to his place on the couch and grabs the remote, flipping on the TV. As he brings up Netflix, you hear the sound of the toilet flushing and the faucet running. A moment later, Safiya emerges, opening the door to emerge right into his viewing angle.

From behind the couch, you see your roommate's head snap toward her. Saf, for her part, spots him right away, but if she's at all bothered at being seen, naked and sweaty with your cum still all over her pubes (now mostly dried, at least), she gives no sign, smiling politely and making no attempt to cover up.

She takes a step out of the bathroom, toward him. "Hey," she says, perfectly casual about the greeting.

You can't see your roommate's face, but you imagine him blinking. "Uh, hey." As used to you bringing home bad bitches to fuck as he might be, few of them have been this comfortable parading naked and freshly fucked right in his face. It's honestly impressive that he falters so little.

"I don't think I got your name," Safiya says. As she does, you're amazed and delighted to see her start nonchalantly twerking her hips where she stands, no doubt shaking her cake in impressive fashion. Of course, from your respective angles, neither you nor your roommate can see the real show, though the motion is scarcely less sexy from the front, lewdly grinding her hips in place. Still, she's clearly doing this just because she enjoys it, not to show off. Damn, this girl sure loves to move her body. Not that you can blame her.

This little display gives your roommate pause for a good couple seconds; you can imagine him staring until he manages to **** out his name. "You...doing okay?" he asks.

Safiya nods, still twerking in place. "Yeah, I'm good."

You see the back of your roommate's head bob a couple times as he nods awkwardly. "Alright."

That seems to satisfy Saf. "Nice to meet you." Finally stilling her hips, she makes the rest of the trip back to rejoin you in your room.

She stops just inside the doorway, smiling at you. "I don't know if you wanna keep going yet, but I gotta say, I'm starving." Your stomach growls again. Dinner would probably be a good idea, if you don't want to pass out mid-fuck.