Roomie's Racket

Alison Rey sits at her desk, headset on, trying to sound professional. On screen her coworkers drone on. Behind the closed door her roommate Ember Snow and Ember’s girlfriend Mocha Menage keep up a steady rhythm of moans and creaking springs. Every time Mocha cries out, Alison’s cheeks burn and her cursor drifts. The call finally ends. She stands, marches down the hall to give them a piece of her mind, but the bedroom door is wide open. She stops cold. Ember’s on her back, big natural tits bouncing, while Mocha fingers her deep and slow. Alison’s hand slips inside her own waistband before she even thinks about it. Her fingers circle, slick and eager, matching Mocha’s rhythm. Then Ember’s eyes flick toward the doorway and lock with hers. Alison freezes, wrist-deep, caught red-handed. Instead of slamming the door, the two women grin. Ember pats the mattress. “Come here,” she says. “Least we can do is make it up to you.” Alison steps in, clothes already half-off, and the trio tumbles together—fingers, mouths, and soft laughter filling the room.