Finally Some Privacy

Leana Lovings is sprawled on the couch when Aften Opal suddenly announces she's heading out for groceries. The second the door clicks shut, Leana's practically vibrating. She bolts to her room, yanks her shorts down, and flops onto the bed with her phone. Two taps and she's got some girl-on-girl filth playing. Her fingers dive straight in, working fast and messy while the video keeps her eyes glued. She doesn't hear the keys rattle. Doesn't catch the footsteps. Aften steps back inside and freezes in the doorway, watching her roommate finger herself like she's starving. Leana finally glances up and nearly chokes. She yanks a pillow over her soaked cunt, face burning, stuttering apologies. Aften doesn't say a word at first. She just stares, hungry, tongue wetting her bottom lip. Then she steps closer. 'Don't stop on my account,' she says, voice low. 'That looked fucking hot.' Leana stares. Aften climbs onto the bed anyway, crawling straight for her, and the whole 'privacy' thing officially dies right there.