Softly stroking my cock

I was lying on my back, slowly stroking my hard cock when my roommate walked in. Instead of being shocked, she joined me, taking over the rhythmic motion, driving me to intense pleasure.

Indulging in the evening's solitary pleasure, I reclined on my couch, lost in the world of self-pleasure. My fingers danced over my throbbing member, each stroke more tantalizing than the last. The room was filled with the soft sounds of my own arousal, the rhythm of my hand matching my racing heartbeat. Each touch sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins, making me lose control of my thoughts. I was lost in the throes of passion, my body writhe in pleasure as I brought myself closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of my hand on my cock was like no other, it was intimate and familiar, a dance we've been performing for years. And as I reached the peak of my pleasure, I let out a moan, my hand quickening its pace until I was enveloped in the warmth of release.