ALICE Ch 306

Riley flops on the bed and rubs her face. It’s late. “I didn’t feel like I had a choice. Alice wants help and Annette wasn’t bringing it. Viv was the only person I could think of. She’ll figure out what’s going on. If there’s Russian shenanigans, we can find out and it should stop if we blow the whistle. And if there’s no shenanigans and our team just sucks, then Alice can live with that. Being on shitty teams is part of life sometimes. You know?”

“Mmhmm,” Adella replies, discreetly pushing up the big tee that Riley sleeps in.

Riley lifts her head and frowns. “You’re not listening. You’re just taking my undies off.”

“I’m listening,” Adella lies, tugging Riley’s briefs down.

“Babe, I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. You think I can’t tell when you’re tired? Are you seriously trying to bone right now?”

There’s no answer; Adella kisses and licks at Riley’s soft cock.

“Mmm.” Riley settles back and stares at the ceiling. Adella gives her some good sucking until she’s hard, then she switches and licks Riley’s pussy. It’s nice even when she’s phoning it in. Riley just shakes her head. “OK.” She pulls her tee off and tosses it aside. Nude, she spreads her legs only for Adella to crawl up and straddle her chest.

“Excuse me?” Riley says as Adella’s huge cock slaps down between her breasts. “I thought we were boning.”

“We are tired,” Adella says, starting to pull it.

“For fuck’s sake. I can’t even reach mine. You’re in the way.”

“Hmm?”

OK, Adella’s just pretending not to hear.

Resigned, Riley lies there under Adella’s considerable weight, watching her jerk her fat cock. She’s ready for it when it comes, and Adella considerately backs up a little bit and mostly glazes Riley’s chest rather than her face.

“Fuck,” Adella says. She leans down and drunkenly kisses Riley’s lips, then flops beside her.

Riley now has wet boobs that are rapidly turning chilly and sticky. The window to wipe this up with a towel is closing fast, and Adella is not moving. Meanwhile, Riley has a sad, neglected half-chub and the makings of some heat between her legs. Her estimate is that she has perhaps one full minute before Adella begins to snore.

She makes a face at Adella, which Adella does not see because her eyes are already closed.

“OK, fucking move.” Riley pushes her.

“Hmm?”

“You heard me.” Riley pushes harder.

“Mmmhmm.” Adella turns on her side. Riley keeps pushing, and a puzzled Adella rolls onto her front. That’s enough to earn a curious look. “America? You OK?”

“Shut up.” Riley crawls over and kneels over Adella’s bare backside.

“Um,” Adella says.

“Oh, please. You used to do this to me all the time.” Riley plants her palm on Adella’s back and strokes her cock over her wife’s ass.

“You’ll make a mess,” Adella says lamely, as though she didn’t just do that.

Riley strokes her cock faster. “I’ll do it in your hair if you don’t stop whining.”