AR Returns Ch12

Riley’s hungry. She can’t be the only one. Lazily, she levers herself up to find Stef also sitting up blearily. As unsexy as everything about the morning is, the pale sunlight is flattering to Stef’s lean torso. Her tattoos, old scars, and puffy nips on modest breasts are admittedly pretty hot.

Meanwhile, she’s gazing at Riley’s boobs. Riley didn’t do it on purpose, but halfway sitting up like this is a bit of a pose. She blushes, just a little. She’s not in a mental state to be getting turned on, but she can appreciate certain things.

Stef is in a different mental state. There’s a noticeable tent in the sheets where her morning wood must be sticking up happily.

Riley sees it and snorts.

“What?” Stef says, channeling some Adella energy. She moves the sheet, revealing her erection. “You don’t want it?”

“She wants coffee,” Jess mumbles into her pillow.

“Maybe she wants this.” Adella sits up and unveils her own cock, which dwarfs Stef’s.

Riley rolls her eyes and settles back down beside Jess.

“She’s right. I want coffee.”

“We want coffee,” Jess confirms. “Maybe we’re being too subtle.”

“What about us?” Stef asks, almost pouting.

“Oh my god. Take care of it.”

“Then get us coffee,” Riley adds, snuggling with Jess.

A moment passes.

“All right,” Adella says in her low voice, even now projecting more confidence and sexiness than Riley has felt in her whole life. Adella doesn’t think twice about lying down on her side and scooting up to Riley. She slaps her cock against Riley’s hip and kisses her neck, beginning to jerk it.

Riley’s nude, but Jess put on clean panties before going to bed. Jess restlessly turns onto her back as Stef behaves similarly to Adella, rubbing her cock over Jess's skin and pulling on it. Jess giggles, but doesn’t open her eyes.

Riley’s back is sore; she rolls onto her belly to get comfortable. She wasn’t trying to make Adella happy, but that’s the consequence of her bare bottom facing up. Adella rubs her shaft over it, pulling more vigorously. It’s just as well that Jess is lying contentedly, half-asleep. She doesn’t see the way that Stef stares at Riley’s ass and Adella’s hand.

With a smile and a sigh, Adella ejaculates copiously. Morning sun shines on her semen as it rolls down Riley’s sides and into the cleft of her buttocks. Riley shifts her hips a little because of the warm, wet sensations.

Stef lets out a little gasp and spills her load on her wife’s tummy.

Breathing hard, she locks eyes with Adella, who’s still smiling and milking out jizz onto Riley’s smooth, taut skin.

“Coffee,” Riley mumbles.

“Yes, darling.” Adella just came, but she courageously gets to her feet with a little groan.

“Right,” Stef says, her grumpiness coming back.

“Hey,” Jess says, indignant. “You aren’t leaving us like this, are you?”

“Right,” Stef repeats, snatching several tissues from the bedside table before tossing the box to Adella. She obediently moves to mop up her wife, and Adella does the same for Riley.

Like a well-oiled machine.