ALICE Ch 213

Alice feels like a bully and an idiot at the same time. Sasha’s so sensitive and having such a good time that she is totally lost. Her legs are locked like iron around Alice’s waist, giving Alice **** but to push through. Alice wasn’t planning some kind of elaborate show, but she’s so conscious of having an audience with Irina in that chair behind her. That does help her last; she can’t pretend that she’s not enjoying herself. Sasha is incredibly sexy, and she feels amazing.

Alice is tired and a little drunk. All she wants to do is empty herself deep inside Sasha and collapse into oblivion. So why not? That can be part of the plan. Planning while doing it like crazy wouldn’t be Alice’s strong suit at the best of times.

Sasha startles her by moaning soulfully, then burying her face in Alice’s neck and clutching her tighter. Alice almost stops; that’s exactly what Faye does when they’re doing this kind of missionary. Exactly. Same spot on the neck and everything. Annoyed and jostled out of her thoughts, Alice is tempted to… express her frustration somehow.

She doesn’t. She just tries not to think about how Sasha’s lips on her neck make her cock twitch, and how Irina is going to see every little detail of her lower half when she pumps her load into Sasha.

Alice’s only act of defiance is that when she’s done, she doesn’t worry about manners. She lets herself down on top of Sasha and breathes. Of course, Sasha loves it. She’s muttering something ecstatically in Russian as she lovingly, almost reverently caresses Alice’s back with Alice still inside her.

Alice’s breaths are big and needy, and when Sasha feels Alice’s breath, her pussy spasms.

It’s nice. It’s just not Faye.

Alice wants to go to sleep, but knows that she can’t. Although it would be funny. Sasha has no such misgivings. She starts to drift, and Alice pulls out and stands up.

Half-awake? Half-asleep? Sasha turns over with one knee up, snuggling a pillow contentedly, oozing creampie on full display.

Alice takes a breath and pushes her sweaty hair out of her face before turning on Irina.

Irina’s whole body is flushed, her thighs gleam, and she was so into what she was doing that her hand is still between her legs. She doesn’t even think to move that hand and try to look cool until a good two or three seconds after Alice looks at her. She is worked up to an eleven, but Alice didn’t make that quick. Irina could easily have gotten herself off, but she hasn’t.

Alice lets out a little breathless laughter and walks over. She towers even more than usual with Irina seated.

With difficulty, Irina keeps her eyes on Alice’s face. She doesn’t seem to know what to say. Alice bends down to look at her a little closer. She takes the lazy way out and lets her expression communicate to Irina that she sees her. This woman could have gone away and given her daughter some privacy. Or she could’ve gotten herself off. She hasn’t done either of those things because she’s greedy and she wants some.

“I see you,” Alice says.

Irina’s face burns, but there’s nothing she can say.