AR - Adella's mood

Adella has two moods: the carnivorous one where her mouth is all over you and she’s firmly but deliberately getting what she wants, and the rabid mode where she’s just in a hurry to blow her load as deep inside you as she possibly can.

You’re on your hands and knees on her bed as she gives it to you from behind with a firm grip on your hips. It’s definitely a rabid night. You still have your top on, even your panties; the crotch is just pulled to the side. Not that you are complaining. It’s so good from this angle, even when she’s not going that fast. You spread your knees wider on the sheets and push your butt out, lowering your face to the bed and groaning as she thrusts deeper.

You reach for your underwear and free your cock, squealing as Adella reaches around and grabs it before you can do anything. Her hands are cold! You let out a throaty moan and grab the sheets as she squeezes your hard shaft, fucking you slowly but firmly. More of her weight leans onto you, pressing you down to the bed and you go with it until she’s fully on top of you. Her thrusts move your body against the linen. She lightly pulls your hair to turn your face so she can kiss your cheek.

“You’re so sexy,” she murmurs, writhing on top of you. Her hand slides from your cock to your breast, and she squeezes it hard.

“Oh,” you moan into the sheets, thrusting your hips to push your erection against the mattress. Adella must feel something she likes because she hisses and shudders.

Your ringtone starts to play. You look over to see your shorts on the bed and your phone sticking out of the pocket. Your mom is calling. It’s a bit late. It might be an emergency.

You stop Adella and roll onto your side. She stays inside you, wrapping her arm around your body in a spoon position. You take the call.

“Mom?” you ask breathlessly.

“Riley, are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” you snap, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face. Adella sneakily tries to move her hips, and you bonk her on the forehead with your phone. That stops her. Well, it stops her from thrusting into you. It doesn’t stop her from feeling you up. “What’s up?”

“It’s your sister. She’s not home.”

“She’s probably out with a guy,” you say, trying not to laugh as Adella gently kisses your neck.

“I’m sure, but she’s usually good about texting. I want to go look for her.”

Gosh. She’s really worried.

“But Riley, back when I was your age, the makeout spot was behind the bleachers at school. Near the stadium. But then they build those lights and that road there…”

“Right. I know. I know the new spot,” you say, thinking of the field. “Doesn’t help if she’s at his place.”

“I can look for her car on the streets. I just need to know where else to look,” mom says urgently.

You sigh. You can’t give her an address for the field. You have to use county roads and stuff to get to it. You’re lucky that you were even able to give good enough directions to the families of your players.

“Mom, I’ll go check the spot. You cruise the streets,” you say.

“OK. Thanks, Riley.”

“It’s fine. Love you.” You hang up, then roll away from Adella and flop on your back. “I have to go,” you say.