The Spying Roommate

Lily Rader stood in the doorway watching Gina Valentina sleep. "Fuck, look at her," Lily whispered to herself. Gina's mouth was slightly open, her chest rising and falling with each breath, legs spread just enough to show the thin fabric of her underwear clinging to her pussy. Lily's hand drifted between her thighs before she caught herself. Heat pooled in her stomach. She forced herself to turn away and rushed to her room, fingers already working at her clothes before she reached the bed. The next night Lily returned to spy again. This time Gina wore red lace that barely covered her nipples and rode up between her cheeks. Lily lingered longer than before, drinking in every inch—the hard peaks pressing against the sheer fabric, the shadow of her slit through the crotch, the way Gina's thigh curved perfectly into her ass. Minutes passed. Lily's breathing grew heavier. Gina's eyes opened. She smiled directly at Lily. She knew. On the third night Gina lay completely naked on top of the sheets. Lily couldn't stay away. She sat on the edge of the bed, whispering to herself about how perfect Gina looked—the soft folds between her legs, the tight pucker of her asshole exposed, nipples hard from the cool air. "I'm going back to my room to touch myself," Lily murmured. Gina sat up sharply. "Stop." Her voice was low. "I've been showing you everything on purpose. The lingerie. The poses. All of it. I want you to fuck me." The confusion on Lily's face cracked and dissolved. Gina pulled her down. Their mouths met hard, tongues sliding together, saliva mixing. Gina flipped Lily onto her stomach and spread her cheeks wide. She pressed her tongue flat against Lily's asshole, then pushed inside—deep, wet, relentless. Lily's whole body seized. She came shaking in Gina's arms, thighs trembling, clit throbbing against Gina's palm. Gina wiped her mouth and lay back down. "Now I actually want to sleep," she said. "So go back to your room."