ALICE Ch 32

Washing off pool water? Cleaning up? Primping? Any sort of preparation at all? Who does that? Not Irina, and as Alice stands in front of her in her ridiculous penthouse suite at the top of the hotel, Alice is cool with that. She doesn’t even notice the chlorine smell. Everything’s white except for the abstract sculptures and paintings.

Alice knows what’s happening. Irina stands there, smiling up at her, making no move, initiating nothing. Alice’s embarrassment and hesitance amuses her. That’s OK; there are worse things than being amusing to rich, exotic, beautiful MILFs.

Alice’s lust overwhelms all that in any case, and her true horny self comes out in any case. She’s about to say something cocky, but Irina speaks first.

“You are tall. It hurts my neck,” she says, looking up at Alice. She’s not complaining; she finds it funny.

Alice sinks to her knees. Now she’s the one looking up.

“How’s this?”

“I like this view,” Irina replies.

Alice kind of likes to be on top, but that can come later. She loves how much Irina seems to enjoy everything that she does. It’s nice to feel desired, and Irina definitely desires her. Alice puts her hands on Irina’s smooth, firm thighs and slides them upward. That puts the first crack in Irina’s unassailable cool person façade, not that Alice minded it. Alice is on her knees, she’s in charge as she looks into Irina’s eyes and pulls down her bikini bottoms. Irina’s completely bald down there. It’s the smoothest, most impeccable shave that Alice has ever seen. Maybe she’s rich enough to have a… laser or something.

She’s wet and musky. Her face can at least try to hide how aroused she is, but her clit can’t. It’s teensy weensy, but it’s poking out like it wants to see what’s going on. Alice’s mouth is what’s going on.

And all the cool is gone, just like that. Irina’s not a big woman, but she has a big voice and she’s not shy about it.

“Oh! Yes!” Her hands land on Alice’s head, not that Alice needs any encouragement. She laps away contentedly, trying to coax even more noises out of Irina. No wonder this woman’s hitting on younger women while she waits for the Grand Prix; she has even less patience than Alice. Alice has only just gotten her hands on Irina’s firm ass before Irina’s trying to get her to stand up. She’s not bossy exactly, but she’s passionate and she has zero patience.

Irina pulls Alice to the bed, where the older woman willingly positions herself on the bottom of a sixty-nine. She all but tears Alice’s bikini bottoms off and goes to town. She’s so skilled and spirited with her mouth that Alice forgets herself and pushes her hips, thrusting her cock into Irina’s mouth. She hears the muffled gag and tries to pull out only for Irina’s hands to grip her butt and dig in with those perfect nails.

Alice’s cry of surprise and ecstasy at her cock going so deep in Irina’s throat is both noisy and pathetic. It’s also pathetic how little she can take of this, but it’s like Irina’s hands squeezing her buttocks is like… doing it for her. Irina’s pussy is in her face, and Alice sees double. She hisses and her hips buck on their own. Shuddering, **** noises come from Alice’s mouth as she pours her load down Irina’s throat.