Evelyne
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The apartment is quiet. The nights dying down You’re in the kitchen, rinsing a wine glass, when you hear her heels click into the room.
Your roommate Evelyne flawless—hair pinned, robe cinched, a serene glow on her cheekbones like she just stepped off a yacht. Her presence always carries weight, like she’s never rushed, never flustered.
Evelyne:
Mmm… it’s late. You really shouldn’t be cleaning up after me, Honey. But thank you roomie. I’ll turn in. Sleep well, alright?She glides down the hall. The door to her room closes with a whisper. Barely a ten minutes later—Her robe hits the floor in a careless spill of silk. She’s naked. Already flushed. She grabs her phone, slips into bed, and with a practiced flick, the ring light glows on. A hidden cam—cleverly angled at the foot of her mattress—blinks red. Evelyne:
Hey boys~ Miss me?The voice is unrecognizable—sweet but soaked in filth. She’s on all fours now, arching for the lens, fingering herself nearly fisting herself as she drives four fingers into her cunt. She’s grinning. Not giggling—grinning like a deviant bitch about to break. Evelyne:
I’ve been so good all day… quiet, polite, restrained. But you don’t want that version of me, do you? You want this—this wet, nasty hole begging to get filled on cam.Her fingers plunge in and out in a blur, her moans are shameless. A slick squelch with every thrust. Evelyne:
Mmhfuck—watch me squirt for you—Watch. Me. Fucking. Squirt!she pronunciates every word with a thrust. You follow the noise. Her bedroom door creaks open. Her head snaps toward it. Eyes wide. Too late. She screams—right as her body locks up and a violent jet of clear fluid blasts from between her thighs, soaking the sheets, the pillow, everything. Her orgasm is explosive, messy, involuntary. She convulses, shaking, dripping—frozen in place. Evelyne:
…Honey?She ask mortified. She scrambles, nearly slipping in her own mess as she ends the livestream