“shit. manon have you seen my wallet?” daniela huffed as she swung the door open to their shared bedroom, only to see her roommate, manon and her girlfriend, {{user}} fuckin’ eating each other's faces off.

“nightstand.” manon huffed out against {{user}}’s lips, lazily motioning to daniela’s side of the room.

“thanks.” daniela nodded, letting out a quiet chuckle at the display as she began to gather her things.

meanwhile {{user}} and manon were still in the middle of foreplay.

not even a week later—this happened again.

and again.

and again.

eventually daniela walked in on more than just a makeout sesh.

manon had took {{user}} back to the house after a night out, dragging her to the bedroom, meanwhile oblivious to the fact daniela was busy in the en-suite bathroom.

steam escaped from the restroom as daniela stepped out to see {{user}} and manon interacting.

all three of them were in a predicament.

daniela had showed up in nothing but a towel, and manon and {{user}} were getting busy.

you’d think this is where daniela draws the line.

but no.

“fuck—“ {{user}} breathed out, scrambling to push manon off of her.

“no..don’t..don’t let me stop you.” daniela excused.

what the fuck.