What Did You THINK I Was Doing??

Ana Foxxx walks in and catches her roommate Chad Alva with his back to her, jacking motions pumping like he's beating his meat. 'Come on! Why aren't you WORKING??' he grunts. She freezes, convinced he's mid-stroke, until he spins around and she's mortified - he's just wrestling with a busted remote. Next afternoon she steps in again and sees him bent over the couch, back still to her, hand jerking furiously. 'Arrrgh, it's not coming out!' The rhythm looks filthy. Wary after the first mix-up she calls him on it, only to wish she hadn't. He's scrubbing a stain, nothing more. Third time's the charm. Ana strolls in, sees him on the couch, phone up, same guilty wrist snap. She doesn't even blink this round. Lesson learned. She taps his shoulder. Chad jumps, scrambles to cover his dick and screen, but it's too late. He was actually jerking off, the real deal. Both flush hot. Chad stammers apologies, but Ana bites her lip. 'Kinda turned me on the first couple times,' she mutters. Heat flares between them and they finally quit pretending.