Roomie In The Raw

Francis X walks into the living room and stops cold. His roommate Clemence Audiard is stark naked, wiping down the coffee table. She straightens, breasts small and soft, skin flushed from the work, and they talk while she keeps cleaning. Clemence explains she’s gone full nudist. Francis nods, still dazed, and joins her with a dust rag, anything to look busy. They move through the apartment together. Every time Clemence bends to reach a low shelf, Francis’s eyes lock on the smooth curve of her ass and the hint of red curls between her thighs. His hands slow, then stop. Clemence notices. She turns, half-smiling, and calls him out on the staring. Francis flushes and mutters an apology, but she shrugs it off. She says the only way past the distraction is to fuck it out of his system. Francis swallows, nods. Within seconds they’re on the couch, mouths meeting, hands everywhere. Clemence climbs over him, red hair falling across her face. She guides him behind her, spreads her cheeks, and presses the head of his cock against her tight hole. He works into her slowly, fingers slick as they open her first. Once he’s buried, they move hard. He grips her narrow hips, thrusts deep, and she pushes back to meet every stroke. Between gasps she tells him to finger her ass while he fucks it, and he does, sliding two fingers alongside his cock until she shudders and comes, clenching around him. Francis follows right after, buried to the hilt, the tension that’s been building all afternoon finally spent.