Nympho Lesbian Roommate Wouldnt Let Me Rest ♕

My Mardi Gras trip was surprisingly naughty.

 

As some of my regular callers may know, I recently came back from a trip. I was in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Everyone knows Mardi Gras can get a little crazy. I expected the craziness to be on the streets… not in my own hostel! There was this woman in the same room, and she was a complete and total nympho lesbian roommate. There seemed to be nothing wrong the first few days of the trip other than her making a couple of jokes about seeing me flash my tits for some beads. But I thought nothing of it. After I discovered her secret, though, everything changed.

Discovering the nympho lesbian roommate’s secret stash

Five other women slept in the same room, all in different beds, and we each had curtains for privacy. Once the blackout curtain was shut, the bunk was completely dark. Often, I would go out in the morning, come back in the afternoon, and rest in preparation for going out again that evening. Almost every single day, all of my roommates were gone. Of course, I took advantage of this by taking a shower before my nap and walking confidently into the room wearing only a towel. As you may be able to tell by the fact you’re reading this, it didn’t always work out well.

The room was empty as I left with my handful of things. I took my shower and used my keycard to get back in with only my towel wrapped around me. My bed was in the back of the room, and I walked past the empty first few, but the third bed surprised me. My nympho lesbian roommate was sitting in her bunk, legs crossed, and a small carry-on bag opens in front of her. Inside were sex toys of every size, color, and use. It was so shocking I stopped on the spot and stared. Then my eyes went from the bag to the nymphomaniac owner. She was eyeing me like a predator watches its prey.

Was this sexy roommate more than I could handle?

I had neglected to bring any toys myself, and had, at this point, started to sorely regret it. So when she asked if I wanted to play, I said yes. I had thought of maybe an hour of fun, going back and forth. Instead, she secured my arms behind me in cuffs, widened my legs with a foldable spreader bar, and closed the curtain. I was completely under her mercy, and she made sure I knew it.

I suppose the excess of toys should’ve warned me, but she was talented. She sat behind me, her legs bracketing mine, and used various toys to her heart’s content. My nympho lesbian roommate kept me there, repeatedly orgasming until I could barely think.

I returned to my bed on wobbly legs, my nipples, and pussy sensitive from her abuse. I passed out so deeply that when I woke up the following day, I realized I’d barely moved in my sleep. Not thinking much of it, I went back to my daily routine. But when I opened the room for my afternoon shower, my nympho lesbian roommate was waiting again as if she had set a trap for me. A trap that I gladly walked into that day and every day after.

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