AR Returns Ch29

The phone rests in the sheets, which are now only slightly less rumpled than Jess’s uniform. One luscious breast is exposed and her skirt is flipped up enough to show her damp panties. Red-faced, she breathes hard as she gazes up at Riley.

Bottomless, Riley can only stare back. Her achingly hard cock dribbles precum on Jess’s pleated skirt.

“Riley,” Jess says, almost desperately.

That brings Riley to her senses. She glances at the phone. Jess looks as well; so they both forgot that it was there and that they’d started a call with Stef. At first, they’d been laying it on a little thick. It had been funny.

They’d gotten carried away. The realization makes them both turn a little redder. The seconds tick by. Jess licks her lips, and that makes up Riley’s mind for her.

Riley reaches over and hits the red button, ending the call. She grabs Jess’s chin and kisses her hungrily, then straightens up and yanks her jersey over her head, tossing it aside. As she follows suit with her sports bra, Jess lifts her hips and slips out of her panties, spreading her legs wide.

Riley lowers herself and guides her cock, pressing the head against Jess’s hot, dripping lips. She hesitates there, then pushes in. Jess gasps and her hips rise. Riley goes all the way and lets her weight down on top of her, grabbing Jess’s wrists and pinning them. Riley looks into Jess’s eyes, and the blonde’s breathing comes out ragged and shuddering. Her pussy quivers around Riley, even though they aren’t moving. Riley leans in and Jess offers her lips for a kiss, but Riley just holds eye contact and starts to use her hips.

“Oh yes. Riley. Riley.” Jess’s hands resist a little; she wants to pull Riley in and claw at her back. She lets out a moan of ecstasy and frustration. “Yes. Yes. More.”

Riley slows down but thrusts deeper, kissing Jess’s neck.

The noise that Jess makes is primal.

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Stef considers the phone in her hand for a moment, then sets it on the counter.

She looks up; the sound of the shower is soft, but the house is quiet. She goes into the kitchen and gets whiskey from the cabinet, spinning the cap off and taking one modest swig. She takes a deep breath, sets down the bottle, and heads upstairs.

Adella stands in the shower, leaning with both hands against the wall, presenting her powerful back.

Stef sheds her clothes, opens the door, and steps in without a word. She places her hands on Adella’s muscled body.

Adella doesn’t look back. She snorts as Stef gets cozy back there. Stef’s cock can’t help but stir when it’s pressed against Adella’s ass.

“Need a hug?” Adella asks.

“Just looking for a good time,” Stef replies.