Remotes For Her Roomies

Carla knows a good thing when she sits on it, so one vibrator is cute but two sounds legendary. She wedges a humming bullet between her soaked folds and pops a buzzing plug into her ass, then laughs when the idea hits her. One person gets each remote. Why not give Lori the pussy button and Blair the backdoor clicker? She feeds Lori the lie about being “the coolest roommate ever,” then repeats the same shtick with Blair, smiling at the thought of nobody catching on. An hour later the three are piled on the couch, trying to watch some loud action flick. Suddenly Lori’s thumb gets bored. The vibrator between Carla’s legs kicks to life. Carla jolts, nearly knocks popcorn everywhere. Before she can steady herself, Blair hits her button too, and the plug wakes up in the rear. The twin shocks slam together so fast she gasps like someone just stomped on a whoopee cushion. No hiding it now. Lori and Blair glance at each other, grin like cats finding cream. They switch off remotes until Carla squirms and whimpers loud enough to drown the car chase. When credits roll, the verdict drops: Carla earns forgiveness the old-fashioned way, flat on her back while her “two coolest roommates” take their pick of her already-wired holes.