Spying on Roommate's Forbidden Midnight Tryst

Alex slammed the door to his cramped college dorm room shut, dropping his duffel bag on the floor with a thud. At eighteen, freshman year was already a whirlwind of lectures, parties, and awkward hookups that never quite lived up to the hype. But moving in with Mia? That was the real game-changer. She'd posted the ad online: "Busty co-ed seeks chill roommate for off-campus apartment. No creeps." He wasn't a creep, just desperate for space away from the freshman zoo. Mia was nineteen, a sophomore art major with curves that turned heads—full D-cup tits straining against her crop tops, a round ass that jiggled in yoga pants, and long dark hair she always tossed playfully. They'd clicked instantly during the walkthrough, her easy laugh making the place feel like home.

First week was tame. Shared pizza nights, her blasting indie playlists while sketching nudes—artistic ones, she swore. But on Friday night, around midnight, shit got weird. Alex was scrolling porn on his phone in bed, half-hard from a lame edging session, when muffled moans seeped through the thin wall from Mia's room. Low, throaty gasps, like she was watching the same rough stuff he was into. He froze, cock twitching. Was she getting off solo? Curiosity gnawed at him. The door to her room was cracked—her bad habit, she always forgot to latch it. Heart pounding, he slipped out of bed in his boxers, barefoot and silent, creeping to the sliver of light spilling into the hall.

Peeking through, his breath caught. Mia wasn't alone. A tall guy—built like a linebacker, shirtless with ripped abs and a cocky smirk—had her pinned against the wall. Jake, she called him once over breakfast, her "stepbrother from back home." Twenty-one, home from the city for the weekend. No blood relation, she'd laughed it off, but the way he manhandled her said otherwise. Mia's tank top was rucked up, those massive tits spilling out, nipples hard as bullets. Jake's hand was down her shorts, fingers buried knuckle-deep in her shaved pussy, pumping roughly while she writhed.

"Fuck, Jake, yes—harder," Mia begged, her voice husky, hips bucking against his palm. Juices slicked his wrist, the wet schlick-schlick echoing. Alex's cock stiffened instantly, tenting his boxers. He shouldn't watch. But he couldn't look away. Jake growled, "You miss this slutty cunt of yours getting wrecked by your big bro?" Mia nodded frantically, moaning louder as he curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot. Alex palmed himself through the fabric, pulse racing. They didn't notice the door crack wider. Hooked.