AR Returns Ch17

Jess might have missed her calling; she’s a good photographer. Her eye for framing, sexy underwear, and Riley’s body has spoken to Adella’s deepest, most primal urges.

Riley is missing the new FUTA TV spot, but she has other things on her mind as her hands grope desperately at Adella’s powerful, sweat-slick back. Naked in Adella’s bed, Riley is a quivering, moaning mess. Adella leaves brutal, stinging hickeys on her neck, and each new one sets off Riley’s girl parts like explosives. Her clutching fingers pull the sheet off the corner of the bed as her pussy clenches around Adella’s thick shaft.

Riley’s ragged panting isn’t too disruptive until Adella finishes. Adella shoves in savagely, grabbing Riley’s breast and squeezing hard. That draws a sharp shriek from the flushed American underneath her, a shriek of the neighbor-waking variety.

Adella’s job isn’t exactly relaxing. Plenty of her clients are attractive women, and being up close and touchy with people like that, sweaty and dressed to work out… it generates tension.

Adella holds Riley in a **** grip as her cock pumps out all the day’s tension straight into her womb. With a guttural noise, she finishes and sinks limp on top of her girlfriend, finding the energy to push Riley’s hair out of her face and kiss her.

It’s hard to think straight when she’s with Riley, but her senses do return. And with them, consciousness about how different they are. Adella feels especially brutish when she’s behaved this way, and post-orgasmic Riley seems even more delicate and feminine. Adella’s crushing her. She rolls off and to the side, watching Riley’s gleaming chest rise and fall.

Riley’s erection lies flat against her belly. That’s not completely unusual. When Adella’s brain is functioning, she typically thinks to give it some attention so that Riley will cum during sex. Tonight, her brain did not function. Although to be fair, Riley looks incredibly satisfied. She smiles at Adella, and that smile is too beautiful to ignore.

Adella impulsively kisses her, then stops.

Hazily, Riley appears a little puzzled.

“Oh,” she says, intrigued as Adella kisses her way down her torso. Adella’s load oozes out of Riley, but that’s not what Adella’s there for. Her hair tie has gotten messed up; Adella takes it off, and her hair falls around her shoulders. She pushes it out of the way, pulls Riley’s cock up, and takes it into her mouth. “Oh!”

Riley puts her head back as Adella firmly sucks and licks, squeezing the base. Then Riley looks up to watch, but watching is such a turn-on. The feelings intensify and she puts her head back again, gasping. But this is a rare opportunity; Adella doesn’t do this often. Riley looks again and whimpers, seeing her tummy flex with her breaths.

“Fuck,” she pants, playing with Adella’s hair. “Baby. I’m gonna cum.”

“Mmm,” Adella replies busily.

“Baby!” Riley warns.

Adella doesn’t care.

“Of fuck.” Riley stares at the ceiling, then squeezes her eyes shut. “Ah!”