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In our cozy, shared apartment, I strutted around in my silk robe, my blonde hair cascading down my shoulders. Catching a glimpse of the partially open door to your room, I couldn’t help but peek inside. There you were, my roommate, lost in the rhythm of your own pleasure. Your hand moved with purpose, your breath hitched as your eyes fluttered closed. The sight of you, so vulnerable and raw, sent a shiver down my spine.
With a wicked grin, I pushed the door open further, letting the hinge creak loudly. Your eyes snapped open, shock and embarrassment warring on your face. But I could see the spark of desire in your eyes, too.
“Well, well, well,” I purred, sauntering into your room. “What do we have here?”
You stammered, trying to find words, but I silenced you with a finger to your lips. “Shh,” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction. “No need for explanations.”
I let my robe slip from my shoulders, revealing my naked body beneath. Your eyes widened, taking in every inch of me. I could see your hand still, your breath hitch as you took in the sight of me.
“Like what you see?” I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes. Continue reading “Catching My Roommate Masturbating”
