Melody kicked off her heels at the door, the day's stress still clinging to her like cheap perfume. She expected silence, maybe Jennifer's usual yoga hum. Instead, the living room pulsed with retro synth beats from an old aerobics tape—women in shiny leotards and sheer tights bending, stretching, their bodies a hypnotic tease. And there was Jennifer, sprawled on the couch in her own black leotard and glossy tights, one hand buried between her thighs, fingers working furiously. Her cheeks flushed, breath ragged.
"Fuck, Melody!" Jennifer stammered, yanking her hand free, the damp spot on her tights betraying her. "This video... it's for my core routine. I wasn't... you know, getting off on the instructor's ass in those tights. It's just... inspiring."
Melody said nothing. Her eyes lingered, sharp and unreadable, before she turned and vanished into her room. Jennifer froze, heart hammering, until Melody reemerged—now clad in a crimson leotard that hugged every curve, tights so sheer they whispered secrets. She grabbed the remote, rewound the tape, and dropped beside her roommate, legs casually crossing.
"Don't pause on my account," Melody said, voice low and edged with wit. "Your little 'workout' looked far more effective than mine ever do."
Jennifer arched a brow, strong and unyielding. "Says the woman who just swapped outfits like she's auditioning for the tape. What's your excuse—sudden nostalgia for 80s spandex? Or are you just horny enough to join the show?"
The video rolled on, instructors grinding through lunges, their tights gleaming under lights. Melody's thigh brushed Jennifer's, deliberate. "Nostalgia? Hardly. But watching you rub that pussy through your tights... it got me thinking. Who needs a hard cock or some sloppy blowjob when friction like this exists?"
Jennifer laughed, sharp and defiant, shifting closer. "True. Your ass in that leotard is doing more for me than any guy ever could." Sweat beaded on their skin as the heat built, bodies pressing. Melody's hand traced Jennifer's hip, then lower, feeling the wet heat through the fabric. They ground together—slow at first, then insistent—pussies sliding against each other in desperate dry humps, tights slick and clinging. Panting filled the air, horny moans mixing with the video's beats. Jennifer's strong grip pulled Melody tighter, asses rocking in rhythm, until they came hard, bodies shuddering, cum soaking through the layers, dripping and undeniable.
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