Mandy was irritated; she had driven all the way to school only to find out that class was canceled. She threw her pocketbook onto the couch and walked back toward her bedroom. The buzzing peaked her interest; it was probably Christine again using her razor. Mandy pushed open her bedroom door; she was shocked.
Christine was lying on Mandy’s bed, her back was arched and she was wearing nothing but a white tank top. Her thighs were glistening with cum and two of Mandy’s favorite toys were sticking out of her. Mandy instinctively covered her eyes and looked away, blushing. The air was heavy with the scent of Christine’s sex. Mandy did not notice how damp her comforter was. Christine had been masturbating continuously for 2 hours before Mandy returned home.
“Chris, uh, I’m sorry….I…..” Mandy inhaled, and her thoughts slipped away. She wasn’t angry about school, she wasn’t angry about Christine using her bedroom as her private cumatorium….she wasn’t even angry that Christine used her toys. Mandy’s pussy was tingling. Christine hadn’t stopped fucking herself at all.
Mandy approached the bed and climbed up between Christine’s legs. They looked into each other’s eyes as Mandy took hold of the purple dildo. Christine’s glistening hands fell away as her roommate worked the toy slowly in and out of her throbbing pussy. Mandy was horrified she wasn’t a lesbian, she wasn’t attracted to Christine. She had no control over her actions. Her conscious mind was trapped inside a body that she had no control over. Even as these thoughts ran through Mandy’s mind her parted lips pressed against Christine’s and their tongues entwined.
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