My Roommate Crush

Sabina’s padding through the living room when a flash of cotton at the couch catches her eye—panties, and they sure as hell aren’t hers. The message is loud: someone else left them behind. Scarlett’s nowhere in sight, so Sabina takes her shot. She snatches the soft scrap, buries her nose, and the first drag of scent hits like a spark in kerosene. Heat floods south. She drops onto the cushions, yanks her shorts aside, and starts dragging the panties over slick folds, grinding until the lace is soaked.