Gaslight

You whirl around, cock still rock-hard and shiny in your grip, pre-cum dripping onto the tile. Tawny stands there, mouth open, eyes wide on the obscene scene across the hall—Erin’s shaved pussy stretched obscenely around Nick’s pistoning shaft.

Before she can speak you blurt, “Jesus, Tawny—what the fuck? You loaded that video to the cloud? The notification popped up on my phone and I came in here to delete it before anyone else saw!”

She blinks. “What video?”

You gesture wildly with your free hand, still lazily stroking yourself as if the motion is purely accidental.

‘Probably from the phone you now have from Nick,’ you explained. ‘shit, I was trying to delete it and… and yeah, it was hot, okay? My body just reacted while I was swiping to trash it. That’s all this is.’

Tawny’s cheeks flush deep red, confusion warring with dawning suspicion. Across the hall Erin cries out, “Yes, fuck me deeper, baby,” her cunt visibly creaming down Nick’s balls.

You keep pumping slowly, voice low and insistent. “Babe, I swear it’s your cloud . I was fixing your mistake. Don’t turn this around on me.”

She hesitates, lips parting, eyes flicking between your stroking hand and the raw fuckfest visible behind you.