Roomie's Racket

Alison's been working from home on a video call when her roommate Ember and Ember's girl Mocha start fucking loud enough to rattle the walls. Every time Alison tries to speak her lines, she hears Ember getting pounded, Mocha moaning like a porn star. The call finally ends and Alison storms down the hallway ready to bang on the door, except the door's wide open. She stops dead. Ember's on her back with Mocha between her thighs, eating her like she's starving. Alison feels the heat flood between her legs before she even decides to touch herself. She leans against the doorway, slides two fingers under her waistband and starts circling her clit while she watches Mocha's tongue work. Her breathing gets heavier. She pumps her fingers faster, biting her lip so she won't moan loud enough to give herself away. The wet sounds from the bed match the wet sound of her own hand, and she's so close to coming when Ember glances up and locks eyes with her. Caught. Alison freezes, hand still buried in her shorts, face burning. She stammers an apology, says she didn't mean to spy but after the call and hearing everything she just... lost it. Ember grins and Mocha wipes her mouth, both of them looking Alison over like they're already undressing what's left. "Well, since you already got a show," Ember says, spreading her legs wider, "might as well get the full experience." They wave her in. Alison hesitates for half a second, then kicks off her shorts and climbs onto the bed between them, apology accepted in the dirtiest way possible.