AR Returns Ch9

Riley cannot tell a lie. She nods earnestly.

That seems to please Jess.

“Uh…” Riley laughs awkwardly. “Helpful enough that let’s just say you could hang a wet towel on this thing,” she says, pointing at the water.

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

Riley expects Jess’s toes under the water, but that doesn’t make it any less stimulating.

“Oh, I see now,” Jess says, finding Riley’s perky erection with her foot. “What are we doing to do about that?”

AR Returns

“Do you feel that?” Adella growls.

It’s a stupid question. She doesn’t mean her hands, which are firmly massaging Stef’s breasts under the hot shower spray. She means her hard-on, which is pressing, hot and thick, against Stef’s backside.

Stef can’t reply; she can only grunt in pleasure and frustration when Adella’s fingers pinch her nipples. Adella caresses her body, sliding her hand up to Stef’s throat, then touching her lips before nibbling her ear and kissing her neck.

“You want to fuck me? Is that it?” Stef’s voice is hoarse and pitiful, but she still manages to get some defiance into the words.

“I didn’t say that,” Adella replies, nuzzling her face. She turns Stef around so that they’re face to face. Adella strokes the older woman’s cheek and looks down into her eyes as their hard cocks touch awkwardly. “You want me to. Like you want me to kiss you.”

“You sound pretty sure,” Stef replies, glaring.

Adella places her hand on Stef’s hip, then draws her fingers down, brushing over Stef’s erection. She lifts it out of the way and touches between her legs, finding Stef very ready. Stef’s eye twitches. Adella feels softly and expertly, looking deep into Stef’s eyes as she slides her middle finger inside. Adella leans closer until their faces almost touch. Two fingers make Stef hiss through her teeth and grab onto Adella for support.

Adella is cruel. She doesn’t touch Stef’s clit or finger-fuck her. Instead, she hooks her fingers and moves her wrist up and down, pressuring the G-spot. The feelings are subtle at first but swell quickly. Stef’s hips respond, then her thighs. Rather than the crashing pleasure of her clit or the friction and fullness of sex, she has a wave building inside and an overwhelming urge to pee. She grunts, looking murderously at Adella, who pushes harder.

“Ah!” Stef cries out.

“Your wife will hear you,” Adella warns.

Stef holds out. Her pussy twitches and clenches and her body trembles uncontrollably. Adella doubles the speed of her wrist. Stef shrieks and twists, then throws her arms around Adella’s neck and squeezes her tight. Another loud, heartfelt cry is enough to hurt Adella’s ears and probably be heard through walls. Stef knows it. She kisses Adella fiercely, moaning into her mouth as her body loses all control.