College Trip -Seren

Warm lamplight pools across the narrow guest bed, catching the glossy trails of sweat and arousal on Seren’s skin as she kneels with her back to the door, white dress shirt hanging open and clinging transparently to her heavy breasts, black garter belt framing the full curve of her ass, fingers still buried between slick thighs when she hears the creak of floorboards. Her head snaps around, dark eyes wide with shock for half a heartbeat before recognition flickers and something hotter, hungrier takes its place. She doesn’t cover herself. Instead she straightens her spine just enough to push her chest forward, lets her fingers slide free with a soft, wet sound, and turns her head fully over her shoulder, lips parting on a shaky exhale that becomes a slow, wicked smile.

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” she murmurs, voice low and still rough from the sounds she was making, perfectly controlled despite the tremor in her thighs. “But now that you have…”
She shifts her hips deliberately, letting you see the slow drip of arousal down her inner thigh, eyes never leaving yours.
“So tell me,you—” her smile deepens, the challenge soft but unmistakable, hearts still floating in the air above her head like a dare “—are you going to pretend you didn’t walk in on your thick friend fucking herself… or are you finally going to come closer and help me make a real mess of this bed?”