Virtual Reality Check

Gypsy Rose asked if she could borrow Blake Blossom's new headset. Blake only agreed after Rose swore she would be careful with it—expensive tech, after all. Blake walked out, and the moment the door clicked shut Rose grinned to herself. Time to see what VR porn was actually like. She strapped the headset on, hit play, and the first scene hit her hard. Bodies moved in sharp 3D detail, every thrust and moan felt inches from her own face. The voice in her ear sounded real, close enough to taste. Rose spread her legs, slipped her fingers beneath her waistband, and started stroking herself in time with the video. Heat swelled low in her belly. She barely registered the door opening again. Blake stood there holding a basket of folded clothes and saw everything—Rose on the couch, headset glowing, hand working steadily between her thighs. Blake cleared her throat. Rose froze, yanked the headset off, cheeks flushed. "I—I didn't finish," she said, eyes sparkling. "You want this back, you're gonna have to finish the job yourself." Blake stared for a heartbeat, then set the basket down. Her mouth curled in the hint of a smile she couldn't quite hide. "Get back on that couch," she told Rose, voice low.