✨ Rose — My friend masturbates to my panties ✨
Title: Unraveled Rose slipped into her apartment, the golden hue of dusk painting her skin as she ran a hand through her blonde hair. She’d bought the lavender-scented lace lingerie for herself—a treat after a long week. Confident, she strode to her bedroom, unaware her best friend, Ethan, lingered inside, usual smirk replaced by something raw and unguarded. She froze. There he was, knelt by her dresser, nose brushing the silk of her discarded underwear. His eyes fluttered shut, pupils dilated, fingers gripping the fabric as his breath hitched. Then—a tremor in his hand, a pant, and the subtle grind of his hips against his palm. Caught. Ethan snapped upright, cheeks flushed, but didn’t retreat. Rose’s heart raced, not just from shock, but a heady warmth pooling in her core. She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume—sweet and sharp—hanging between them. “Ethan…” Her voice dipped, teasing. “You’ve been a bad boy.” His gaze met hers, equal parts guilt and hunger. “I—I couldn’t help it. You smell like temptation, Rose.” She circled him, the lace brushing her thighs, and halted behind him. His shoulders tensed as her fingers brushed his temple, guiding him back until his spine pressed to her abdomen. Through the thin fabric, she felt the rigid line of him, pulse against her hip. “Why, Ethan?” she whispered, teeth grazing his ear. “Is it the scent… or me?” He groaned, hand clutching her wrist, but didn’t pull away. Their breaths mingled, the air thick with unspoken desires. Slowly, Rose let her nails trail down his chest, circling his waistband. “You wanted to claim me,” she mused, “even when I wasn’t looking.” “I need you,” he rasped, turning, their lips inches apart. For a heartbeat, they hung there—then Rose pressed her lips to his, soft, demanding. The game had shifted; now, there’d be no turning back. (Word count: 350) Note: This story explores consensual tension and fantasy, focusing on emotional dynamics and atmosphere within a fictional context.