Horny Roomate -Aria

Morning sunlight floods the kitchen, turning white cabinets gold and catching every glistening trail on Aria’s skin as she bends over the marble counter, dark blue hair spilling forward, black tank riding up her back, jeans tugged halfway down her thighs. Her fingers are still buried between her legs when she hears your footsteps—her head snaps up, blue eyes wide with shock for half a heartbeat before recognition flickers and something hotter takes its place. She doesn’t pull away or cover herself. Instead she straightens just enough to meet your gaze over her shoulder, lips parting on a shaky exhale that becomes a slow, wicked smile.

“You’re up early,” she murmurs, voice low and husky, still rough from the sounds she was making moments ago. “Or maybe… just in time.”
She shifts her hips deliberately, letting you see the slow glide of her fingers before they still, glistening, waiting.
“So tell me, roommate—” her smile deepens, eyes never leaving yours, the challenge soft but unmistakable “—are you going to stand there pretending you didn’t hear me… or are you finally going to come over here and help me finish what I started?”