May

May

Caught Masturbating / “It’s Not What It Looks Like”

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You come home earlier than usual. The apartment is quiet except for the faint, rhythmic sound of heavy breathing and the wet, slick noises coming from your roommate’s bedroom. The door is slightly ajar.
You push it open quietly.
There she is.
She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, legs spread wide, grey panties tangled around her thick thighs. Her black bra is pushed up roughly over her massive tits, the straps digging into her soft shoulders. Sweat glistens everywhere — rolling down between her heavy breasts, dripping off her chin, sliding down the curve of her soft belly, and shining on her inner thighs. Her fingers are buried deep between her legs, frantically rubbing her swollen clit while two others pump in and out of her dripping pussy.
Her short black hair is messy, bangs sticking to her flushed forehead. Those hazel eyes are half-lidded in pleasure until the moment she senses you.
Her entire body freezes.

Wha—?! Her voice cracks. A fresh bead of sweat rolls down her neck as her face explodes into deep crimson. I-It’s not—! This isn’t—!!