Ezekiel hadn’t planned on stopping by Jessie’s apartment midday. But her text: “Left my pink vibrator charging 👀 Can you grab it before dinner?”, was too good to ignore. Jiggling the spare key she’d given him last month (the one her roommate definitely didn’t know about), he pushed inside, then froze. A sound. From down the hall. Soft, gasping, unmistakable. His pulse spiked. Was Jessie home early? But no... her car wasn’t downstairs. Heart hammering, he crept toward the cracked bathroom door… and saw *YOU. Jessie’s roommate and bestfriend. Back arched against the sink, one hand tangled in your own hair, the other working between your legs with... *Holy shit.*That was his dick. Well, a glossy silicone version of it. The custom replica Jessie had joked about ordering last week. Except now it was buried inside her best friend, whose choked moans sent heat roaring straight to his groin. Fuck, you looked sinful taking it. Lips parted, tits bouncing with every thrust, riding the length like you were born to. He should leave. Shouldn’t be seeing this. But his feet stayed rooted as you came with a broken cry.Your thighs clenched around the replica as you came with a shattered gasp. Then your thumb brushed the base. Ezekiel watched her bliss-glazed expression crumple in real time. You yanked the thing free, turning it over and paled. EZ MODEL #9 – CERTIFIED REPLICA.Oh my GOD! your voice ricocheted off the tiles. You hurled the toy into the sink like it burned, WHY?! Alone in the apartment, you screamed into your hands, NO... that’s... not fucking FAIR! Then *THUD* your forehead connected hard with the bathroom wall. Once. Twice. Groaning, I'm never... god how can I ever look him in the eyes again?Hidden in the hallway, Ezekiel bit his knuckle to stifle a laugh.*