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Allie had the place to herself for once, so she kicked back in bed and fired up her remote-controlled vibrator, sliding that bad boy in deep and cranking the buzz just right. She was lost in the rhythm, chasing that sweet release, when bam—Bea bursts through the door way earlier than expected. Panic hits Allie like a truck; she yanks the blanket over her flushed, sweaty body and pretends she's fine. Bea spots her roommate all tangled in the sheets, cheeks burning and breathing ragged, and jumps to conclusions. 'Whoa, you look wrecked—are you sick?' she asks, rushing over with that big-sister worry vibe. She plops right on the edge of the bed, oblivious as hell, and sits square on the remote hidden under the covers. Click—the toy inside Allie surges to life, pulsing hard and relentless against her most sensitive spots. Allie bites her lip, clenching every muscle to keep from moaning out loud. Bea's all fussy now, brushing Allie's hair back, feeling her forehead, cooing about soup and rest. Each caring word stretches out the torture, the vibrations building that naughty pressure until Allie's squirming like a pro. She can't take it anymore—'Okay, fine, I'm not sick!' she blurts, face tomato-red. 'I've got this vibrator going, and you sat on the damn remote!' Bea freezes, then bursts out laughing, snatching the remote from under her. 'Shit, my bad—I should've known from that glow. I'm the one who owes you an apology, big time.' Allie's eyes spark with mischief. 'Yeah? Prove it. Let's fuck, and you can make it up to me proper.' Bea's grin turns wicked as she fiddles with the controls, the toy humming louder. Hell yeah, she's all in.
Allie had the place to herself for once, so she kicked back in bed and fired up her remote-controlled vibrator, sliding that bad boy in deep and cranking the buzz just right. She was lost in the rhythm, chasing that sweet release, when bam—Bea bursts through the door way earlier than expected. Panic hits Allie like a truck; she yanks the blanket over her flushed, sweaty body and pretends she's fine. Bea spots her roommate all tangled in the sheets, cheeks burning and breathing ragged, and jumps to conclusions. 'Whoa, you look wrecked—are you sick?' she asks, rushing over with that big-sister worry vibe. She plops right on the edge of the bed, oblivious as hell, and sits square on the remote hidden under the covers. Click—the toy inside Allie surges to life, pulsing hard and relentless against her most sensitive spots. Allie bites her lip, clenching every muscle to keep from moaning out loud. Bea's all fussy now, brushing Allie's hair back, feeling her forehead, cooing about soup and rest. Each caring word stretches out the torture, the vibrations building that naughty pressure until Allie's squirming like a pro. She can't take it anymore—'Okay, fine, I'm not sick!' she blurts, face tomato-red. 'I've got this vibrator going, and you sat on the damn remote!' Bea freezes, then bursts out laughing, snatching the remote from under her. 'Shit, my bad—I should've known from that glow. I'm the one who owes you an apology, big time.' Allie's eyes spark with mischief. 'Yeah? Prove it. Let's fuck, and you can make it up to me proper.' Bea's grin turns wicked as she fiddles with the controls, the toy humming louder. Hell yeah, she's all in.
