AR Returns Ch5

Jess blowing Riley is a stimulating sight. Adella leans back, unbuttons, then unzips her jeans. She extracts her massive erection from her underwear. That gets Stef’s attention. Her eyes get wider.

Adella smiles at her, then fixes her gaze on the bed and wraps her fingers around her shaft. Casually, she strokes. Stef forces herself to look away, but her eyes dart back.

Jess struggles out of her robe and tosses it aside, then slides off her panties. A little bossily, she climbs onto the willing Riley.

“Come on, baby,” she says breathily, sinking onto Riley’s shaft, drawing a hoarse breath from the much younger woman. Jess leans forward, rocking her hips. Riley instinctively grabs Jess’s breasts and gropes them, toes curling in the sheets.

Jess, naked and riding Riley, is enough to **** Adella to slow down. She doesn’t want to finish too quickly, but Jess has no such concerns. The blonde picks up speed until the squeaking of the bed drowns out the wet squelching, the slapping sounds, and Riley’s little cries each time Jess descends on her.

One of Riley’s hands suddenly grabs Jess’s buttock, her fingertips sinking into the flesh. Adella knows that body language. She can picture Riley’s cock erupting inside the older woman, filling her up. Riley’s not as big as Adella, but sometimes her loads are. Adella has a feeling that with a double handful of premium MILF, Riley is pouring out her body weight in cum and on the verge of blacking out.

Jess shivers and purrs, leaning close for kisses as Riley’s hands feebly clutch at her body. Finally, they’re limp. Jess stays on top. Adella can’t hear what she’s whispering, but the words are punctuated by kisses.

Stef shifts uncomfortably. The discomfort isn’t in seeing her wife be creampied by a twenty-year-old. It’s her jeans and the situation inside them.

Adella waits another moment.

“Jessica,” she says finally.

Jess reluctantly lifts her head to twist and look back. She realizes how exposed she is and colors slightly, climbing off Riley.

“Oh. God,” she mutters, placing her hand between her legs as sticky cream pours out. “Oh, wow.” She sits on the bed, moving her legs to deny Stef and Adella the most explicit view of the mess. “Yeah? Oh.” She finally notices that Adella’s massive cock is in her hand.

Riley lies there, dead to the world.

“I don’t want to be rude,” Adella says. “I would not want to make a mess.” She indicates with her eyes.

Jess is hazy in a post-orgasmic bliss, but she’s still the sharpest and most credentialed person in the room. She understands at once and bites her lip.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. I mean, I **** over keeping this place clean. Baby, be a good hostess,” she says to Stef.

“What?”

“Give our guest somewhere to cum.”

Stef’s expression becomes one of blatant saltiness.

“You serious?” she asks with a snort.

“Stephanie!” Jess says sternly.