ALICE Ch 152

Not everyone’s as grumpy as Glynda in the wake of a win.

Colby squeals in delight in her room, gripping the headboard tightly as an Amazon pounds her from behind on the bed, which squeaks and shakes madly.

“Yes! Yes!” Colby doesn’t try to fight it. She never saw herself as the type to engage in slutty pleading while being fucked, but life is full of surprises. Her breasts bounce crazily as the Amazon goes along steadily, appreciatively caressing Colby’s pale, soft haunches.

She hardly notices a buzz from the bedside table, where alerts are appearing on her phone.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Deeper! Right there!”

The Amazon obligingly shifts her angle subtly and pushes deep, grinding against her. Colby gasps and shudders. The Amazon speeds up, then pulls out. Her fat cock lands between Colby’s buttocks and squirts thick cum onto Colby’s back.

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Not everyone’s having as much fun as Colby.

Kylie stares at the ceiling in the dark. Colby’s moans and the persistent knocking of the headboard have gone quiet for the moment. Maybe for the night.

Scowling, Kylie wears only a spare FUTA tee, pulled up to expose her lower half. Her bare legs are spread wide, and she holds her little bullet vibe just above her clit as she uses a finger to rub the hood. Frustrated, she speeds up. She’s close, but it’s not working.

Growling in annoyance, she rolls onto her belly and pushes against the vibe. That’s a little better.

“Mmm,” she moans, rubbing herself against the sheets. She’s a little drunk. She doesn’t care about Colby, but the Amazons are another matter. Unfortunately, she has to imagine what’s going on in the next room. Because she’s not going to think about her ex.

But Kylie’s not great at imagination. She’s better at working out. Increasingly frustrated, she gets rid of the vibe and raises her hindquarters so that she can do serious rubbing. Her eyes close, and the memory pops in without an invitation: a naked Alice, sweaty and spent after a workout. Kylie can feel Alice’s cock in her palm. She can feel it expanding and smell the cum shooting out. More than that, it’s the memory of Alice’s lanky body flexing. Kylie’s fingers are a blur.

Finally, she collapses on the bed, lower half quivering as she pants for breath. The warmth, clenching, and waves of feelings gradually subside. Her body is happy. Her mind is pissed.

Face buried in the sheets, Kylie glares. Alice isn’t even in the room, so it’s really just the idea of her that Kylie’s glaring at. Today was stressful. Watching a race like that is draining. She was just tense; that’s all.

Kylie arduously rolls over, feeling blindly for the bedside table. She finds her beer bottle, but it’s empty.