Caught My Innocent Roommate Filming Herself Masturbate In Washroom [Sub]

The soft, rhythmic sounds of gentle splashing echoed through the thin walls of the shared bathroom, the only sound that broke the silence of the apartment on this quiet Sunday morning. Little did the apartment’s male occupant know, his female roommate was engaged in the most intimate of acts just on the other side of plaster and wood.

The girl, a petite Chinese in her early 20s, sat alone on the cold porcelain lid of the toilet, her slender legs spread wide as she dipped her fingers into the warm, sudsy water of the bathtub. She wore nothing but a thin tank top, her pert breasts rising and falling with each breath, and a pair of white knee-high stockings that clung to her smooth, olive-toned thighs.

She had always been a private girl, preferring to keep to herself and avoid unnecessary interactions, especially of the sexual nature. But this morning, something inside her snapped, a deep seated need to explore her own body overriding her normally reserved persona. With a gloved hand, she slowly pushed aside the crotch of her stockings, exposing her bare, clean-shaven pussy to the steamy air.

At first, she simply traced her fingers along her folds, marveling at how soft and smooth the skin was. But as she grew bolder, she began to rub, teasing herself until her clit grew hard and swollen. A soft moan teased at her lips, but she quickly bitten it back, remembering where she was. The last thing she needed was for her roommate to barge in and catch her in such a compromising position.

She tried to picture her roommate, a handsome, muscular man with a thick, chiseled jaw. Would he be disgusted by her lewd actions? Or would he want to join her, to plunge his long, thick cock deep inside her tight, virgin pussy? The thought made her moan again, louder this time. Her pussy clenched, begging to be filled.

Unable to resist any longer, she slid two fingers deep inside herself, gasping at the sudden intrusion. She had done this many times before, in the privacy of her own room, but somehow it felt different this time. More exciting. More naughty. As if she were really being watched.

She pumped her fingers faster, harder, her thumb rubbing tight circles around her clit. Her pussy grew wetter, the combined arousal of her own actions and the forbidden thoughts of her roommate pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Her pussy clenched around her fingers, drawing them deeper as she slammed a third one inside. The stretch was delicious, the pleasure almost too much to bear. She felt the familiar tension building in her lower belly, coiling tighter and tighter as she chased her orgasm.

She was so close, just a few more strokes and she would – oh! She heard a noise from the other side of the bathroom door. Her roommate, moving around in the living room! She froze, her fingers still buried deep inside her needy cunt, her heart pounding in her ears.

Should she stop? Should she keep going? The indecision tore at her, the need for release warring with the fear of being caught. She glanced at the door, half-expecting it to burst open at any moment.

But it didn’t. Her roommate seemed to have moved away, leaving her alone once more with her forbidden desires. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to move her fingers again, each stroke a delicious mix of pleasure and fear.

“Fuck it,” she whispered, pumping harder, faster. “I need to cum so badly. I don’t care anymore, I just need to cum!”

She slammed her fingers inside herself one last time, curling them ever so slightly as she screamed out her release. Her pussy spasmed, milking her fingers as wave after wave of blissful ecstasy washed over her. She came hard, her juices flowing freely, splashing into the warm tub water.

She rode out her climax, her hips Jerking and bucking as she moaned and gasped her pleasure. It seemed to last an eternity, the most intense orgasm she had ever had.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure started to subside, she slumped back against the bathtub, her fingers still buried deep inside her twitching cunt. Her heart raced, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

She felt dirty. Filthy. But also incredibly satisfied. She knew she would never look at her roommate the same way again, after thinking of him while bringing herself to such a powerful climax. But she also knew that she would never forget this moment, this naughty act of self-pleasure that had felt so forbidden and delicious.

With a shaking hand, she withdrew her fingers from her dripping pussy, marveling at the wetness that coated them. She raised them to her mouth, tasting herself for the first time. The flavor was tangy and slightly bitter, but surprisingly pleasant.

She basked in the afterglow of her orgasm for a few more moments, savoring the delicious ache in her muscles and the warm tingling sensation between her legs. Then, with a deep sigh, she lifted herself off the bathtub, getting ready to face the rest of the day.

One thing was for sure, however – she would definitely need to revisit this moment in her fantasies later, when she was alone in the privacy of her own room. Because as naughty as it had felt to touch herself while her roommate was just on the other side of the bathroom door, she knew that nothing could quite compare to the forbidden thrill of being caught red-handed.

As she quietly exited the washroom, tiptoeing back to her room, she couldn’t help but wonder what her roommate had been up to. Had he heard anything? And if he had, what would he think? Would he be disgusted? Or… curious?

She shook her head, trying to clear the tantalizing thoughts from her mind. There would be plenty of time to dwell on them later, in the dark of night when she was alone with her hand between her legs, reliving every delicious, naughty second in vivid detail.

For now, she just had to pray he hadn’t somehow overheard her moment of self-pleasure. But deep down, a small, secret part of her really hoped he had. The idea of being caught like that was almost as exciting as the orgasm itself.