Melody kicked off her heels at the door, the day's grind still humming in her veins, only to freeze at the sight of Jennifer sprawled on the couch. Her roommate's leotard clung like a second skin, tights shimmering under the TV glow as an aerobics video pulsed with synchronized legs and flexing asses. Jennifer's fingers worked furiously inside her tights, her breath ragged. "Fuck, Melody—it's not what it looks like! I was just... researching form. For the gym." Melody arched a brow, lips curving in a sharp smirk. "Research? Darling, your pussy's practically dripping through those tights. Save the excuses; they're as thin as your story." She said nothing more, striding to her room with deliberate sway. Minutes later, she returned in her own midnight-blue leotard and sheer tights, the fabric hugging every curve like a lover's dare. "Scoot over. We're finishing this video together." Jennifer's eyes widened, but she didn't yield. "You think you can just crash my private session and take charge? Bold move, roomie. My ass is already horny from watching those women grind—think you can keep up without tapping out?" Melody hit play, settling close enough that their thighs brushed. "Keep up? Please. I've seen you eye my leotards before. This beats any cock fantasy you've chased. No blowjob distractions here—just us, hard and wet." The aerobics beat intensified, bodies onscreen bending and thrusting. Jennifer's retort came quick, witty and unyielding: "Your confidence is cute, but my pussy's already soaked. Let's see whose tights tear first from the friction." They shifted, Melody's leg sliding over Jennifer's, initiating a slow grind. Hips rolled in sync with the video, leotards rasping against each other. Sweat beaded on their skin as the dry-humping built—ass cheeks clenching, pussies pressing through layers, heat radiating. "God, you're panting already," Jennifer teased, voice husky. "Feel how hard my clit is against you? No cum yet, but you're dripping down my thigh." Melody ground harder, fingers tracing Jennifer's waist. "Harder? Baby, your ass is begging for this rhythm. Let's make it explosive—no submission, just mutual fire." Their movements quickened, bodies slick with sweat, breaths mingling in witty barbs that fueled the rising frenzy, leotards and tights straining toward release.
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