Caught in the kitchen

Bailey slipped into the kitchen looking for a quiet place where she could finally give herself some real attention. Her fingers knew the way. Slick, quick strokes against her clit had her breath catching, thighs tightening around her hand. Then the door swung open. Her roommate froze for half a beat. Then he stepped closer instead of stepping back. His mouth found the back of her neck, warm and certain. Hands slid down her arms, guiding her palm to press harder while his own dipped between her folds. He stroked her open. Two fingers filled her, slow and deliberate. She gasped against the counter. He kept working her, mouth at her ear, hips pinning her in place as his cock grew hard against her ass. Neither of them spoke. They just moved—wet sounds, low breathing, the occasional scrape of teeth. Her knees buckled once, and he caught her. Held her upright while he fucked her with his hand until she came shaking against his chest.