ALICE Ch 390

Annette’s foolishness is one thing, but although she has her moments, Glynda has observed that Riley Jameson is not nearly as silly as Alice. Adella certainly isn’t. What could Annette possibly have offered them to behave this way?

Glynda will fixate on anything to avoid thinking about Lotte and that photograph of her with Irina Orlova. Those thoughts are full of confusion and ambiguity, the things most likely to drive Glynda’s anxiety through the roof. She can take her mind off of it with a third old-fashioned, or she can see what Riley is up to as she pulls that bodyguard into the bathroom with an obvious prance in her step.

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It is a truth well-accepted that Japanese bathrooms are the peak of human achievement, and under the circumstances, Riley is particularly grateful for the total privacy that a Japanese stall offers.

She plays offense. “What can I say? I have a type,” she giggles as soon as the door is shut. She’s all over the amazon, trying to get those jeans open. Huge, warm, appreciative hands explore her body. “I mean, you’re a lot like my wife, but you probably aren’t an elemental being of pure arrogance like she is, and you’re ten years younger, and you still got these,” Riley babbles, running her hands over the amazon’s bulging abs. The amazon frees her cock, and Riley’s eyes get wide. She’s not acting as heat rises in her face. She swallows. “And bigger.” She licks her lips. “Let’s take these off,” she says, yanking on the jeans.

The amazon’s excited enough to go with it. Once she’s naked below the waist, Riley spins around and pushes her booty into her. The amazon hugs her from behind and humps against her.

“Maybe too big,” Riley says breathlessly. “I guess you can’t be away for too long, huh?”

The amazon’s body stiffens along with her monolithic cock. She got so revved up that she forgot that she’s working.

“It’s OK,” Riley tells her, turning around. “Come on, baby.” She pulls down her panties just enough to free her cock and rubs it against the amazon’s. Riley pops a boob out of her little dress.

The amazon takes the hint and wraps that huge hand around her shaft. She rubs the head against Riley’s belly, bumps her cock, pushes it between her legs, and pulls on it with a groan as she enjoys the view.

Riley guides the amazon’s cock, and the touch of her fingers helps it along. She flinches when hot, thick cum sprays into her frilly panties, getting all over her dick and everything else. The amazon grunts and pumps out another fat jet that drips down Riley’s inner thigh.

“You are so hot,” Riley says, flushed and elated. “Um, I’m all sticky. Can you get me something to clean up with?”

The amazon graciously and breathlessly nods. As she goes, Riley drops to the floor and takes the room key out of the discarded jeans.