AR Returns Ch32

“Anything, uh, good?” Nadia asks, giving Mary a little nudge.

Mary frowns at the turkey wrap in her hands. They’re at the diner in the heart of Gurlberg; it’s lunchtime and the place is busy. Mary and Nadia aren’t close the way that they once were, but the circle of attorneys in such a small town is tight, and they’ve known each other since third grade.

“Huh?” Mary frowns and takes a bite.

“You know, like, new items?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know. Stef’s items.”

“Stef’s items? Oh.” Mary understands. She pauses for a drink of sweet tea. Like most women in Gurlberg, she has purchased an item or two related to self-care from the Free Gurls. Even Gurlberg’s prosecutor is not above breaking the asinine ordinances prohibiting sex toys. “No. It’s been a while since I’ve done that.”

“Oh. I just saw Jess bringing you something and I assumed that’s what it was. That’s no fun,” Nadia says, going back to her salad.

“Jess?”

“Last night?”

Mary looks over, uncomprehending. “Sweetie, you are not making sense.”

“Mary, she went into your house with a package. What else was I supposed to think? I didn’t know she ran errands for Stef, but it doesn’t seem that crazy.”

“Jess was at my house last night?”

“Were you not?”

Mary doesn’t answer. Her eyes have glazed. People walk past the window in front of them, but she doesn’t see them. Nadia has no reason to lie. Mary blinks several times.

“Oh. Oh, shit. I’ll bet it was for one of the girls. Never mind. I didn’t see anything,” Nadia says quickly. “I mean, they’re both eighteen now, so it’s fine. Right?”

“Right,” Mary echoes, mouth dry.

AR Returns

The wet smacks of Jess’s hands against glass give away the Titanic-style handprints that she’s leaving. Riley is not bothered by that. First, it’s hard to think about anything with a fully clothed Jess riding her savagely in the cramped backseat of the Audi. Second, it’s Jess’s car. With her face buried in the ruffled, Chanel-smelling bosom, Riley grips Jess’s ass in an effort to control her wildly active hips. Jess’s skirt is up and her panties are pulled to the side. She fills the car with urgent squeals each time she impales herself on Riley, clutching Riley’s head tighter and tighter to her chest.

The violent clenching of her pussy is enough to drag a rather battered-feeling Riley over the finish line. She hugs Jess tight as they shake together, pumping her cum deep inside the older woman. It’s broad daylight, and they’re parked behind a run-down building that used to be a mechanic’s shop or something.

Jess growls in satisfaction.

“Oh yeah,” she says, sounding almost predatory as she strokes Riley’s face and beams down at her. “This takes me back.”

Riley is detachedly pleased that she can help Jess get in touch with her days as a teenager in cars with boys. But then Jess is fumbling for her phone. Chuckling to herself, she awkwardly pulls herself off Riley’s sticky cock, reaching down with the phone. Riley can only stare as Jess takes an up-close shot of the oozing situation between her legs.