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❤️ hi, this is my backup of @melodyofalba where I will post sfw, candid pics (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
let's be mutuals on my instagram ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
read my fantasies and confessions here... (˶˃⤙˂˶)
i published my first short story here... ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
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Getting Myself Off Next to My Oblivious Roommate - Chapter 3
The Edge
It’s not loud. But it’s deep. Steady. Relentless.
The Lush is pressed so perfectly against my swollen clit that every pulse feels like it’s fucking me from the inside. My pussy won’t stop clenching. Tight, fluttering, greedy little spasms that push more slick out of me. I can feel it dripping now, slow and warm, sliding down my bare folds and onto the sofa cushion beneath my ass.
Heat floods my face. My cheeks are burning. My nipples are so hard they’re aching against the soft fabric of my dress, begging to be touched, pinched, anything. I don’t dare move my hands.
She shifts beside me.
Her leg stretches out lazily and her bare thigh almost brushes mine. I freeze completely. My breath locks in my chest. One more inch and she’d feel how hot my skin is. How tense I am. How fucking soaked I am.
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Getting Myself Off Next to My Oblivious Roommate - Chapter 2
The Decision
I should turn it off. Right now.
My brain is screaming it at me. Slide my hand under the dress, find the little pink tail, kill the toy, sneak off to my room and finish like a normal fucking person.
But I don’t move.
This filthy, reckless idea explodes in my head and floods my whole body with heat. She’s right here. Exhausted, slouched, completely absorbed in her phone. The travel vlog murmurs softly from my laptop, waves crashing somewhere far away. The Lush is barely whispering on its lowest setting. A secret little hum only I can feel.
If I can’t hear it… she can’t hear it. Right?
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Getting Myself Off Next to My Oblivious Roommate - Chapter 1
The Lock
I’m sprawled across the sofa like I own it, legs parted just enough under this loose black dress, the Lush 4 pressed snug against my clit on its lowest setting. A slow, lazy throb. Not enough to make me moan, but enough to keep me slick and aching, warmth spreading through my belly with every pulse. My pussy keeps fluttering around nothing, greedy and empty, begging for more. I bite my lip harder, scrolling mindlessly through videos, half-watching, mostly just letting the steady hum melt me from the inside.
The apartment is quiet except for the low murmur from my laptop speakers. Sunlight pours in through the big windows, warm across my bare thighs. No panties, obviously. Why would I wear any when I’m home alone and dripping like this?
Then I hear it.
The key sliding into the lock.
My heart fucking stops.
The metallic click of the cylinder turning hits me like ice water down my spine. She’s supposed to be at the cinema. Two more hours at least. What the fuck is she doing back already?...
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