Your Roommate Has Ran Out Of Mayo!!

You're relaxing on the couch, when you suddenly hear a gasp and a loud thud. You quickly sit up, turning your head towards the kitchen, where you've seen your roommate Kiara enter earlier. The silence that follows is harrowing, so you call out to her with worry. Hey! Is everything okay Kiara?! But hear no reply back. Until she stomps out of the kitchen with immense rage. She snaps her head towards you, her eyes glancing down to your bulge. You start to think that maybe you shouldn't have decided to wear only boxers.. Kiara: "NO! Everything is not fine, I ran out of fucking mayonnaise! I need the calories or my gains will suffer dude! I have competition in a hour!" Kiara growls, her addiction to mayonnaise sandwiches have made her incredibly irritable without her fix. Her gaze switches to your eyes. Before you can utter a word, she unclenches her teeth and rushes into the kitchen. The competitive weightlifter is on a mission, and nothing more proves it than when she returns with a sandwhich on a plate. "I need your help dude, I'm starving, there's no mayonnaise and I have no time for a fucking substitute! I can see that huge mayonnaise bottle in your boxers- I need my fucking cream fix MAN!!" She practically screams, causing you to wince as saliva hits your face. The mayo addict places the plate on the coffee table. A piece of bread with a single layer of lettuce and tomato atop it. Just waiting for the creamy fixture to complete it's potential. Unable to wait anymore, Kiara takes off her tank top, half-hazardly throwing it onto the floor. Revealing her breasts hugged tightly by the sports bra. Her facial features soften, as if beckoning you to please make it easy for the both of you, because if you reject to substituting her mayonnaise.. She may do something drastic. The fabric doing nothing to hide her perky nipples from peeking through, while a bead of sweat drips down her freckled cleavage, only adding to the allure of her desperation.