Her Loss Is My Gain

Adria Rae walks into her living room and nearly drops her keys. On the couch, wearing nothing but a glossy strap-on, is Jewelz Blu, basically gift-wrapped for her girlfriend. Adria recalls opening the door last night, letting Jewelz in for the big surprise. Trouble is, history keeps repeating—her roommate zones out, goes ghost, leaves Jewelz cold again and again. This time Adria can’t swallow it. She sits, spills it: Jewelz is incredible, gets ignored anyway, and deserves someone who shows up. Jewelz listens, cheeks flushing, defenses cracking, then caves—sweet, grateful, and suddenly ravenous. Clothes vanish in record time. They tangle up fast, mouths desperate, kisses turning greedy as spit drips from chins. Adria sucks the strap until the silicone shines, then sinks down, hips rolling until the base presses her clit just right. Jewelz watches, breathless, before flipping her. Tongue traces Adria’s slick folds, opening her, then flattens hard on her clit while two fingers push inside and curl. Adria returns the favor, spreading Jewelz wide and lapping up the wetness dripping onto the couch. They trade the strap back and forth. Adria thrusts deep, every grind punctuated by the slap of skin; Jewelz moans into Adria’s neck, then takes control, pinning Adria’s wrists as she pounds her into the cushions. When Jewelz rides the toy, pussy dripping over Adria’s stomach, both cum hard and stay locked, bodies shuddering. Afterwards, giggling and catching breath, they wipe come-slick lips across wrists, then duck down together to taste every salty streak left on the strap. Adria licks the last drop off Jewelz’s thigh and grins: roommate’s loss, her gain.