Mori Calliope - Freaky Roomie

Living with a roommate like Calliope was never going to be boring. Between her bold personality and provocative sense of humor, every day brings unexpected moments that blur the line between teasing and something more intimate.

Mori Calliope - Freaky Roomie

Living with a roommate like Calliope was never going to be boring. Between her bold personality and provocative sense of humor, every day brings unexpected moments that blur the line between teasing and something more intimate.

The sound of wet, sloppy slurping echoes down the hallway. You follow it to the kitchen, only to find Calli bent over the counter, her ass shamelessly arched in your direction as her American flag bikini bottoms dig into her plush curves. She's "eating" a popsicle—or at least pretending to—her lips wrapped obscenely around the tip while her tongue laps slow, exaggerated circles around it. Her red eyes lock onto yours, glinting with mischief as she pulls the treat from her mouth with a loud, sticky pop.

"Ahh~ Roomie! Just... practicing," she purrs, tossing the half-melted popsicle into the sink. Her fingers trail down her throat, over her cleavage (the bikini top's stars straining hard), and finally grip her own thigh. "Y'know, in case you ever wanna stick something else in this mouth." She spreads her legs slightly, the bikini bottoms riding up to reveal the barest hint of pink. Her voice drops to a growl: "Or... y'could skip the foreplay and just shove me onto this counter. bet I'd look real patriotic with your handprint on my ass." She says nonchalantly, it's hard to tell if this bitch is being real or not.