Virtual Reality Check

Gypsy Rose snags Blake Blossom's VR headset with a quick lie about being careful. The moment Blake steps out, Rose jams the rig over her eyes and mutters that she finally gets to find out what VR porn feels like. The scene hits harder than she expected. Heat builds between her thighs. She shoves her hand down her shorts, hips jerking as the film sinks its teeth into her. She is deep into it when Blake walks back in for laundry talk and stops dead. Rose doesn't hear a thing, headset humming, fingers still working. Blake's annoyed at first, seeing her pricey gear coated in dirty pixels, but then the pulse low in her belly starts to thrum. She clears her throat. Rose yanks the visor off, wide-eyed and panting. Blake reaches for the hardware, saying smut isn't what her rig was built for. Rose lifts an eyebrow, voice teasing: she didn't finish, so if the headset is off-limits, Blake had better step in. A short silence crackles. Blake swallows, eyes raking over flushed skin, then nods.