Girl Of Her Streams

Charlotte Sins has been streaming for hours. Her shoulders ache. Casey Calvert notices and slides in behind her chair, promising a harmless shoulder rub. Her fingers press deeper, then wander. They cup Charlotte's breasts through the thin tank top, thumbs brushing over hard nipples. Charlotte flushes hot. "Ad break," she blurts, slapping the stream offline. The moment the red light dies, the room changes. Casey pulls her up. Charlotte's mouth meets hers, urgent and wet. Tank tops hit the floor. Casey's teeth graze her neck while busy hands shove yoga pants down. Charlotte's breath catches as Casey's fingers slide between her legs, already slick. She presses Casey against the desk, tugs her roommate's shorts aside, and sinks to her knees. Her tongue parts soft lips, finds the swollen clit, works it in firm circles until Casey grabs the desk edge and moans. They swap. Charlotte ends up bent over the chair, Casey behind her, two fingers curled inside, thumb working her clit. Charlotte pushes back, gasping, grinding on Casey's hand. She comes hard, thighs shaking, and drags Casey down with her for the second round on the floor.