AR Returns Ch30

Mary eases into the driveway, more than a little grumpy. Not grabbing her jacket was a mistake. She braves the chill and hurries up to the door, fumbling with her keys. Inside, she knows something is wrong at once. The house smells too good.

And is that the dryer? Since when does Riley do her own laundry? No.

It’s not the dryer.

Mary stands in the foyer with the door standing open and stares up at the ceiling. That’s a headboard. The knocks are firm and… deliberately paced. Very deliberately. Mary can’t help but see what’s happening when the imagery just pops into her head: Riley underneath Adella, and Adella’s powerful body doing some deep… heartfelt thrusts.

Of course, Adella would come over tonight. Mary blinks a few times and shakes her head. It’s fine. Mary’s an adult, and she’s no prude. Luckily for everyone, she’s not staying. She quietly heads upstairs and goes to her office, where she collects the charging cord from her desk that she came for. On her way back out, she pauses in the hallway. Up here, she can hear the gasps and hushed voices. It’s impossible to make anything out, but it’s… intense. It’s good sex. Mary tells herself that her daughter is a lucky woman, although there are other feelings. A little tingle. A little envy too.

“Can I do it inside?” Riley pants.

Or at least, that’s what Mary thinks she hears. It takes her a second to realize what that means. Does that mean that Riley is not the one taking it? Well, OK then. Mary frowns. She didn’t realize there was that aspect to their relationship. Good for her. As weird and uncomfortable as the imagery is, the idea of her daughter giving it to someone like Adella makes her smile. Mary feels a spark of pride. And a spark of something else.

She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror; her face is red.

Mary shakes her head and hustles down the stairs. She needs to get back to work.

AR Returns

Hugging Adella from behind is an experience. Her slippery body has a lot to offer. Stef only gets wetter when she runs her fingers over Adella’s hard, defined abs. She’s fascinated by her firm, heavy breasts, and hard nipples. Adella’s too cool to gasp, but her body tenses fascinatingly when certain spots are touched. Then there’s her ass, which is pleasingly firm, then rock hard when Stef pinches her nipples. Stef rubs herself against Adella, caressing her breasts. She has just enough self-control not to do anything too undignified, although a part of her is aching to know if Adella could almost like… massage an orgasm out of Stef’s cock with her amazing backside.

“You want to be on top?” Adella asks dryly, maintaining an impressive façade of cool. It’s not real; it’s obvious to Stef that being felt up this way is driving her crazy. “Is that what I’m supposed to think?”

“You’re the hottest alpha girl ever or whatever,” Stef murmurs, giving Adella’s nips another little pinch. “If you’re so good at pleasing women, read my mind.”

Adella turns around. Here they are again, cocks touching, having a staring contest. But it’s not really a contest. Stef has no desire to fight. And Adella’s instincts really are that good. She can’t read Stef’s mind, but she can read her body.

“Oh!” Stef yelps as Adella picks her up.

Both of them dripping everywhere, erections bobbing and twitching, Adella carries Stef like a princess into the bedroom.