Not only did she have the key to her room but also a fucking AC that worked. She had been playing this dirty game with me. She had been teasing me for hours, obviously. I sat on my bed and watched herΒ room. Her sweatshirt was on the floor, right in the middle of my field of view. I couldn't see her yet. She took her shoes off and threw them on the sweatshirt. She slowly walked to the clothes on the ground. She turned her back to me, held on to the waist of her leggings. She slowly pulled the leggings down. One could tell it was sweaty and not easy to take off.
But that was not the only reason she was moving so slow of course. As she pulled the leggings down, her thong was revealed. It would be so easy to slide that thong to the side, leaving no obstacle to access her sweet cunt. Later, she did slide the thong, but not to the side. She was bending over and sliding the thong down, in no rush. She knew I was watching. I wondered if this was making her cunt wet. She dropped the thong and removed the tube top. The only thing she had on were her socks, but not for long. She turned around and sat on the bed to take them off. She spread her legs wide open, giving me a view of her cunt. It was looking really nice.
The lips were slightly apart from each other, leaving a tiny gap between them. That tiny gap felt like a gate to heaven, opening to me by the angels. Oh, I would love to spread those lips further apart by shoving my cock inside that tiny gap. She took the socks off, walked out the door, holding one of them. She crouched in front of the door, put the sock on the doorknob as if she was putting a condom on a cock. She shut the door. The sock was swinging.
"The sock was not meant for me, right? I had all the right to disturb her."
I stood up, walked out of my room, and closed the door. After I walked to her door and opened it. The cool air hit my face as soon as i got in. I closed the door and locked it. Then I looked at her. She was lying on the bed, naked. She was obviously enjoying the cool air. I walked to the bedside. The remote control for the AC was on the counter. I couldn't just turn the AC into heating mode and start sweating again, right? Could I? Would I? Oh, I would!
I grabbed the remote control and set the AC to the temperature I believed my room was in.
"It's a little cold in here." I said.
"Let's heat this room again."