ALICE Ch 91

Alice doesn’t question it. Even sober, she wouldn’t.

She kisses Kylie back with all the passion she has, grabbing her by the waist, fully intending to take charge. But Kylie has other plans. With a grunt of frustration that doesn’t break the kiss, she stays up on her toes to reach Alice’s lips, fending her hands off as she fumbles with the belt of the robe. She gets it open and grabs Alice’s cock, which is only just starting to get hard. She yanks on it impatiently, almost roughly. Her handjobs have always been a masterclass in the balance between speed and tenderness that would make Alice explode like a volcano. Now it’s all impatience.

Alice gasps but lets her do what she wants. Her cock swells and fills Kylie’s delicate hand. Kylie breaks the kiss and drops to her knees. Alice’s shuddering breath comes out like a whimper as Kylie sucks her without hesitation. There’s a little technique, but mostly just passion. Kylie sucks, dragging her lips up the shaft with a vigorous pulling at the base.

“Oh my god,” Alice says.

That’s how she’s feeling on the bed with Kylie on top of her in a rough, almost violent cowgirl. Alice is naked, but Kylie still has her polo on. Her shorts are on the floor somewhere, and her underwear is pulled carelessly to the side. She looks so intense as she all but fucks Alice into the mattress, groaning through her teeth each time she takes Alice in deep. She happens to look down and see the adoring, breathless way that Alice looks up at her. That seems to irritate her.

She swings her body around, presenting her back with almost no interruption to the motion of her hips. If anything, she intensifies it. Alice now stares at her cock plunging into Kylie and the trainer’s gray, cotton panties stretched taut over her perfect ass. That has a predictable effect.

Alice tightens her grip on Kylie’s hips.

“Fuck,” she bursts out, lifting her hips as a geyser of cum floods Kylie’s clenching pussy.

Kylie stiffens and looks over her shoulder, startled, turned on, and maybe affronted.

Gasping, Alice is limp on the bed. Kylie pulls herself off and reaches down, feeling the sticky mess flowing out of her. Then her face hardens.

“You better not be done,” she threatens, turning around.

Alice finds the strength to lift her head.

“You better take your clothes off,” she fires back.

Kylie scowls, then gets to her knees and pulls off her top. Her smooth skin and tan lines are like lightning inside Alice’s body, and she hasn’t even gotten her bra off. She peels off her panties, grabbing Alice’s damp cock and squeezing it.

“You better not be done,” she repeats, almost resentfully as she pushes her golden hair out of the way and wraps her lips around Alice’s cock.