Emma's View

Hundreds of kilometers away, an alarm blared on Emma Müller’s phone. At first, she was confused, but then it clicked. It was the motion sensor she’d set up for her room. Hans, she thought immediately. What the hell was he doing in there? She fired up her laptop and logged into the security feed. There he was, but he wasn’t alone. A small, scrawny girl, dressed in nerdy clothes, was with him. Well, not so nerdy anymore—they were making out on her bed. God, that camera was already worth its price. When she got back, Hans was in for it. Still, she had to admit, it was kind of impressive that her unassuming roommate had finally scored a girlfriend, a one-night stand, or whatever this was.

Emma leaned closer to the screen. She was tall and slender, her long blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail that swayed slightly as she adjusted her position. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed as she watched. The girl was undressing Hans now, and Emma flinched at what she saw. She hadn’t expected that. He was hung—almost porn-star-level hung. Not bad. Really. The girl clearly had no idea what to do with it. Emma smirked, imagining the girl struggling to handle his massive cock.

Her hand slipped into her pants as she watched them fumble awkwardly. God, what was with those tiny condoms Hans had? They’d never fit. The spectacle that followed was a total turn-on. He completely botched it, which was honestly hilarious. Hans had a dream dick—who would’ve thought? But of course, he had no clue how to use it. Later that night, as Emma lay in bed touching herself, her mind didn’t drift to her half-ex like usual. No, she was thinking about her weird roommate, Hans. She came hard.