AR Returns Ch36

It’s obvious that Adella is not impressed by the Free Gurls bar, but she’s not here because she expected it to be so exciting. She’s merely curious.

She and Stef have the place to themselves; that’s the perk of being in charge. They lean against the bar, beers in hand. They’ve both had a full day at work. Adella had turned up just as Stef was about to climb onto her bike. For once, Stef knows that this is a social call; Adella is not here to keep Stef away from Jess and Riley because Jess isn’t even in town tonight.

Stef gives Adella the tour, unspectacular as it is. It’s strange for the place to be so quiet and empty; usually, there’s at least some music playing in the taproom.

But it gets plenty loud when Stef lets Adella see the room where the Free Gurls meet. Adella smells the cleaning products in the air and decides to make her contribution to the things that go on behind these closed doors.

The big table where the Free Gurls sit is cool and hard under Stef’s bare hands and knees. Naked except for her denim cutoff Free Gurls vest, she joyously takes it from behind.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she says as Adella fucks her with a perfectly paced rhythm. “Mmmm,” she moans lustily, sucking Adella’s fingers when Adella reaches up to offer them. Stef’s erection bounces and her juices stream down her thighs. A lot of lewd things have happened in this room. Jess knows that these things happen. Maybe that’s part of why she’s so eager to spice things up for herself. “Oh!” Stef cries out and her pussy clamps down; fireworks of pleasure go off throughout her body when Adella pulls her hair. Stef arches her back. “Yes!”

Adella groans with the strain of the athletic nature of what she’s doing: pulling hair, using her hips, and reaching forward with her phone. Stef is too lost in their fucking to even notice the picture.

Adella drops the phone and grabs Stef’s hips to up the tempo.

“Yes! Yes!” Stef’s voice is getting higher.

Adella slows down and savors all the little sensations from Stef’s insides as the older woman cums. When she’s finished, Adella pulls out and shoots her sticky load across Stef’s buttocks, spreading them and very deliberately jerking a few strings between them.

Stef probably doesn’t notice; her face is down on the table as she catches her breath; her hindquarters are still in the air, now sparkling wetly.

Adella climbs off the table and picks up her backpack. She opens it and takes out the scrapbook, which she sets down in front of Stef’s flushed face.

“Your turn,” Adella tells her.