You’ve been living with your roommate for a few months now and frankly…he’s hot. You can’t help but fantasize about him every once in a while. One morning, he’s in the kitchen making breakfast, and you’re on the couch thinking about him. You’re imagining yourself on the counter in front of him, making out, wrapping your legs around his waist, letting him fuck you when he suddenly interrupts your fantasies. He can’t keep it to himself any longer, he’s a telepath…