ALICE Ch 274

Val’s delicate hand is warm and soft. She doesn’t work Erica’s cock like someone who has handled a thousand of them, but there’s no hesitance. She’s gentle yet firm, and her pace is spirited enough that Erica is breathing hard. Erica can cum like this, propped up in bed with her clothes on beside this strange little racing driver. She moans softly and tilts her head back to enjoy it. Her hand slips into her shirt. She pushes her bra up and caresses her breast, rubbing her nipple with her thumb as Val steadily pulls on her.

It's really good. A little snort pulls her out of it.

“What?” she asks, seeing Val staring at her.

“You made a funny face.”

“Oh my god.”

“You’re still making it.”

“OK.” Erica swallows and tries to concentrate.

“Do your boobs feel that good?”

“Yes.” Erica is a little annoyed now.

“It’s a different face than you made when you were looking at me the other night.”

“OK.”

“What are you thinking about?”

Erica controls her temper. “Kissing you.”

“OK.”

That’s not the answer that Erica expects. Before she can react, Val’s warm lips press against hers.

“Mmph!” Erica’s breathing is choked and ragged as she feels the warmth of her freshly spilled load spread on her shirt. When she finally looks, Val is still tugging gently.

“Come on, little guy. Any more? Wow.” Val’s eyes are alight as she watches a little more ooze from the head of Erica’s cock.

Erica’s almost wheezing.

Val holds up her sticky hand. “Neat. Guess I need a shower.” She hops off the bed.

“Wait,” Erica says desperately.

“Huh?”

“Can I come too?”

Val hesitates. “Better not. Early flight. And I don’t trust you.” She trots into the bathroom and shuts the door.

The shower comes on, sending a jolt through Erica. Erica looks at her shirt, which now has a massive stain on the belly. Her soft cock spasms pitifully. With no prompting, images flood Erica’s head: Val’s nude body, wet and shiny. Phantom sensations come with the fantasy. Erica can literally feel Val in her hands as though they were in the shower together.

Swearing in a variety of languages, she irritably pulls up her sticky shirt, although there’s not much point. Her cock aches, but it still wants to get hard. She grabs it and shows no mercy, jerking as though there is a gun to her head. She lifts her hips off the bed and clenches her teeth, unable to settle on a fantasy. She pictures Val on her knees in the shower, sucking her.

Erica grunts and a second achy, slightly halfhearted load leaks onto her sticky skin. She collapses with a squeak of bedsprings.

She opens her eyes to find Val standing there, nude and holding a towel.

“I just thought you might want this,” Val says without a hint of embarrassment. She puts it on the bedside table and heads back into the bathroom.