ALICE Ch 215

Alice isn’t hard, and her cock aches. She couldn’t fuck Irina if she wanted to. Fortunately, Irina is so deep into heat that her entire body might as well be her clit at the moment. Alice wraps her arms around her from behind, hands roving. Irina wants her pussy touched, so Alice plays with her breasts.

Irina turns her head, seeking a kiss. Alice makes her look at her reflection instead. Irina’s a mess: red, shiny, and panting like an animal. Alice pinches her nips hard, and Irina’s ass grinds against her.

“Fuck me,” Irina gasps.

“I will,” Alice grumbles, giving her hair a tug and squeezing her breast. “Maybe if you shut up.”

Irina moans pathetically, and Alice slips two fingers into her mouth. Irina’s haunches tense. She likes that. Alice pushes her fingers deeper and nibbles her earlobe. Irina’s legs shake. Alice isn’t sure if her technique is good or if Irina’s just that horny, but in any case, Irina’s still got it. Smooshed between Irina’s cheeks, Alice’s cock is doggedly swelling up despite her exertions.

It hurts, but Alice gamely pushes Irina down. Irina hisses as her breasts press against the cold marble, then whimpers as Alice enters her.

Alice’s reasoning is that after getting off twice she’ll be able to last long enough to make her cum with fucking. She worried for nothing. Irina screams with abandon through cascading orgasms, her pussy crushing Alice’s cock, which was already sore.

F1 drivers can handle discomfort. Alice doesn’t stop until Irina’s flat on the sink, wheezing and drooling on the marble. Her toes curl and her legs spasm. Her legs are soaked and her asshole twitches almost violently. Alice pulls out of Irina’s bright red pussy, still hard.

It’s going to hurt, but she needs to finish. Firm, quick strokes do the job. Jaw clenched, Alice’s body tense. Her cock dribbles a few pitiful white drops onto Irina’s sweaty skin.

Breathing hard, she stands there while her cock softens in her hand.

“Fuck,” she mutters, wiping some of the sweat from her face before walking over to the toilet.

Irina isn’t passing out like her daughter did so happily after getting what she wanted, although her body is still draped over the sink.

“What? Never saw a girl pee standing up before?” Alice mutters as she relieves herself, then washes her hands.

Irina’s just smiling.

“You can’t sleep here.” Alice helps Irina stand, then picks her up. Irina tenses for only a moment; her breath catches as Alice holds her like a princess. And Alice sees it: this is the killing blow. Irina is enchanted.

Alice carries her back to the bed, where her daughter is still sleeping. Alice tucks her in, then goes to the other side and climbs in to spoon Sasha, who mumbles something and snuggles in as soon as she feels Alice’s arm over her.

Alice closes her eyes, finally ready for some rest only to feel a touch under the sheets.

Irina has found Alice’s hand, and she’s holding it.