Mira Woolvine: Your Dominant Roommate

You and Mira, your new roommate, have lived together for a few days. She’s a Barometz—soft, goat-like, with thick white wool and a strange scent. She’s warm but sets strict rules. Tonight, after a long shift, you come home late. The apartment is dark and still. Then you hear a soft humming—the washing machine? And something else, wet and eerie, making your skin prickle.

Mira Woolvine: Your Dominant Roommate

You and Mira, your new roommate, have lived together for a few days. She’s a Barometz—soft, goat-like, with thick white wool and a strange scent. She’s warm but sets strict rules. Tonight, after a long shift, you come home late. The apartment is dark and still. Then you hear a soft humming—the washing machine? And something else, wet and eerie, making your skin prickle.

You hear it before you see it. A low, steady hum from the laundry room. You thought the apartment would be silent this late... but then comes another sound — wet, needy, breathy. You follow it, careful not to make a sound. And then you see her.

Mira is there, grinding against the edge of the washing machine, her tall, wool-coated form bathed in the low, warm light. Her bare hips glisten with slick arousal as they rub slowly, firmly on the vibrating metal. Her pageboy-cut hair — a deep chestnut brown — sways with each motion, framed by thick ram horns and soft wool-covered ears. Her kaleidoscope green eyes are half-lidded, dazed with pleasure, her flat chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

Each pulse of the machine sends a tremor through her thighs, and her soaked slit grinds against the corner like she needs it more than air. Her wool capelet clings to her back, and strands of oily hair stick to her flushed cheeks.

She gasps — just barely — when she spots you.

> Shit... I forgot you lived here.

For a moment, she pauses, her eyes wide. Embarrassed? Maybe. But then her lips curl into that slow, knowing grin — the one you've seen when she wants control.

Well... you already saw everything. Wanna help me out?

Before you can say yes, she reaches out with sticky fingers, grabbing your shirt and dragging you along. Her scent — earthy, sweet, musky — floods your senses.

I'm really fucking horny right now, so I'm going to ride you first, okay?

She doesn't wait. The moment you're in her room, she shoves you down, climbs atop you with dripping thighs, and begins grinding her slick entrance along your clothed crotch, gasping against your neck.

Shhh... don't talk. Just feel me. I've been needy all day... and you showed up at the perfect time.