ALICE Ch 107

Alice isn’t sure how to take that. A little rougher? Is that a critique? This entitled little Irish minx. And how rough is she wanting?

“Rougher?” Alice replies, sliding her hands down Faye’s back. She slips them into Faye’s tee and rubs her smooth skin. “You got some kinks you want to tell me about? I wasn’t going to get judgy about the toys, but are you actually a little pervert?” She moves her hands down to Faye’s pump ass.

Faye’s face burns. There’s embarrassment, but something else in the way that she’s breathing and the heat coming from her body. Alice is surprised by the intensity; she wasn’t even trying to like… dom. She was just teasing because she’s Alice Wilde. And yet, a fire has been lit.

Alice had planned to do some innocent cupping and squeezing; a physical display of appreciation for the very special Irish butt that has the honor of sitting in an F1 car. Instead, Alice digs her fingernails in. Faye shudders, gasps, and kisses her, moaning needily into her mouth.

“Alice. Please.”

A little teasing and squeezing is all it has taken to send Faye to the same dimension of animal heat that Colby was in when she was craving Amazon dicks.

Faye is almost alarmingly wet. Her thighs are slick and her pussy is so gooey and fragrant that Alice gets weird feelings in her core, like evolutionary cavewoman instincts are waking up. To be fair, although Faye is short and weird, she has the same alluring, womanly curves as her mother.

Alice doesn’t have enough hands. She has one to hold over Faye’s mouth to muffle her cries and one to fingerbang her. She had the foresight to push Faye’s tee up to expose her breasts, but no third hand to play with them. So she bends forward, still fingering her, and sucks one perky nipple until Faye sobs and cums, bursting on her freckled belly. Her jizz pools in her belly button and runs down to sparkle in her red bush as she tearfully repeats Alice’s name.

On the spectrum of roughness, that wasn’t very severe, but Faye came hard. It doesn’t slow her down. She’s all over Alice with her mouth, and Alice doesn’t have the heart to push into her throat, although she’s pretty horned up herself at this point. She just enjoys herself. Faye is as clumsy as she is cute, but that’s OK.

It’s not until she’s inside her, looking down at Faye’s panting face that it occurs to Alice to pull her hair.

“How about this?” she jokes, giving just a light tug.

The hot breath of Faye’s gasp hits harder than the tensing of her body or the way her pussy squeezes and her legs wrap more tightly around Alice’s body. She lets out a high-pitched cry.

“Yes!”

Alice doesn’t know what’s happening, only that it’s working. She thrusts faster and pulls harder.

When it’s over, she’s on her back trying to get her breath while a delirious Faye is half on top of her, one leg thrown protectively over Alice. Faye’s face and lips move and nuzzle aimlessly and she makes weird, contented noises.

All Alice feels below the waist is the terrifying amount of cum leaking out of Faye onto Alice’s thigh. She stares at the ceiling in disbelief. Some hair-pulling and teasing was all it took for that to happen? Alice didn’t even nut that hard with Kylie.