ALICE Ch 212

“Man, you are cute,” Alice says to Sasha. “What are you doing different?”

Without waiting for a reply, she rises out of the water.

Sasha’s eyes pop open as Alice towers over her, erection standing out in a very attention-seeking way, dripping water.

Alice bends forward, muscling through the self-consciousness about the outrageously explicit view that she’s offering Irina. That’s not really part of the plan, but it’s also not avoidable. Her cock swings as she brings her face close to Sasha’s.

“It’s not your hair,” she says, touching Sasha’s cheek.

Sasha swallows like a cartoon character.

“God. Whatever,” Alice says, moving closer. She cups Sasha’s face, rubbing her thumb over her smooth skin. Sasha’s like a deer in headlights, but her lips part slightly. Slowly and gently, giving Sasha plenty of time to react in case she wants to, Alice goes in and kisses her on the mouth.

Sasha does not object. Her fingers wrap around Alice’s wrist. This is amazing. Everything else is beyond awkward: Alice’s hard cock hangs there, twitching. She’s bent at the waist out of the water, her ass pointed at Irina. But none of that matters. Sasha kisses her back needily, her breathing so quick and **** that it’s almost like she’s hyperventilating.

Alice breaks it, but stays right there in her face. She tilts Sasha’s chin.

“Do you wanna… do it?” It’s hard to say without laughing.

Alice almost gets her nose broken as Sasha eagerly gets up. Alice pulls her out of the tub and onto the rug, where she puts her arms around her and kisses her deeper.

Irina watches them make out, naked and dripping just a few feet away. Alice uses plenty of tongue and slips her hand between Sasha’s legs, causing her to squeeze together and tense up. Her delighted gasp speaks straight to Alice’s hard cock, trapped between their soapy bodies. It throbs, and Sasha looks up at Alice with an expression that Alice mostly sees in Faye’s dirty comic books.

“Come on,” Alice purrs in Sasha’s ear, taking her hand.

They only make it halfway before Irina catches up. Alice had sort of hoped that Irina would take the hint, but Sasha’s mother is clearly greedy.

“Whoa,” Alice says, turning and reaching out to cup Irina’s face. “Sweetie. Go easy on me. I’m hurt and recovering, remember? You sit.” Alice points.

Once again, Irina processes. Alice gives her a light push.

Naked and wet, Irina dazedly lowers herself into the chair.

“Good.” Alice pushes Sasha down on the bed and climbs on top. She’s not doing this on purpose. She’s skinny and has no curves; her ass is literally the part of her that she is least secure about and does not want people looking at. But it’s all Irina’s getting, although Irina’s eyes seem more drawn to Alice’s dangling cock.

Alice gazes down at the flushed Russian heiress underneath her.

So putting Irina in the cuck chair isn’t the most original thing to do, but Alice is a driver, not fucking Gillian Flynn. She’s doing her best.