ALICE Ch 168

Erica can’t know if it’s Glynda’s pride or just her personality that keeps her so quiet. The older woman lets out a little grunt and hunches her shoulders. Erica bites her lip and suppresses her own long, heartfelt moan as she savors the gourmet sensations of Glynda’s hot walls convulsing around her shaft.

There’s another little grunt, almost sounding like a sign of annoyance. Glynda climbs off, dropping onto her back. She breathes hard, staring at the ceiling. There’s sweat on her face and body. She is too sexy.

Erica rolls onto her side, her hard, wet cock slapping Glynda’s thigh.

Glynda sees her. “Don’t even think about kissing me,” she warns dangerously, stopping Erica’s face with her palm and pushing her back.

Erica laughs and sits up, looking down at the naked woman on her bed.

“I’m glad you find me amusing,” Glynda mutters.

“I find you more than that.”

“Spare me.”

Erica doesn’t reply to that; instead, she straddles Glynda’s chest and grabs her cock.

Glynda watches impassively. She probably wants to look grumpy, but her eyes are locked on Erica’s cock as Erica strokes it.

Erica groans through her teeth. “Fuck,” she mutters as she spills her load across Glynda’s breasts. Now Erica’s the one panting. White cum stands shines on Glynda’s skin. Some of it starts to roll, pulled by gravity.

“I don’t suppose you have a towel?” she asks civilly.

“Mmm.” Erica’s feeling good. Really good. She pushes her hair out of her face with both hands and arches her back, savoring the release. Flushed and elated, she returns Glynda’s gaze. “A towel? For what?”

Glynda narrows her eyes. “You wouldn’t,” she says.

“Shhh,” Erica whispers. She just came, but that’s only fired her up. She reaches down with both hands, scooping Glynda’s heavy breasts together.

Glynda’s breath catches as she feels Erica’s tongue, coating every inch of her chest in saliva, heedless of the semen.

“Fuck,” Glynda breathes when Erica starts sucking a nipple. She tries to remember her self-respect, but her hands are on Erica’s head now, encouraging her.

FF1

The Spanish Grand Prix

Qualifier Results

P1 – Flores (Freedom)

P2 – Wilde (FUTA)

P3 – Norris (McLaren)

P4 – Verstappen (Red Bull)

P5 – Perez (Red Bull)

P6 – Sainz (Ferrari)

P7 – Darcy (FUTA)

P8 – Alonso (Aston Martin)

P9 – Woodcock, S (Williams)

P10 – Hamilton (Mercedes)

P11 – Tanaka (Mercedes)

P12 – Bottas (Aston Martin)

P13 – Magnussen (Haas)

P14 – Pattinson (McLaren)

P15 – Dunham (Freedom)

P16 – LeClerc (Ferrari)

P17 – Ricciardo (Haas)

P18 – Woodcock, M. (Williams)

P19 – Ocon (AlphaTauri)

P12 – Laakso (AlphaTauri)

Bright lights shine on the simple chair.

“Miss Bruhl?”

“Hmm? Oh.” Erica smiles and straightens up. “What was the question?”

“Qualifier results,” the producer prompts.

“Sorry. Happy memories.” Erica clears her throat. “Engine trouble for AlphaTauri, of course. Poor performance from Charles; that’s illness. No one will be able to confirm it, and no one will admit it, but there are rumors that it’s Long Covid.”

The producer smiles patiently. She leans forward a little. Erica picks up on it.

“Yes?”

The producer gestures encouragingly. “P1, Miss Bruhl. Valeria Flores. Please share your thoughts on that.”

“Oh, yes.” Erica clears her throat again. “Valeria Flores.”