AR Returns Ch34

Adella arrives home late, which is not unusual for her. After work is peak personal training time. Riley’s curled up on Adella’s couch, watching a show about Formula One on Netflix. She pauses it and tilts her face up, sticking her lips out comically.

Adella patiently walks over as she takes off her jacket. She leans down to kiss Riley’s lips.

“Hi, baby,” Riley says.

“Hi.”

“You smell good. Did you eat?”

“I did. Did you?”

Riley nods, and Adella hands over the scrapbook. Riley perks up. She didn’t realize that Jess was planning to pass it back today.

“Did she put something in it?” she asks.

“She must have. She just dropped it off and left.” Adella hesitates in the act of sitting down next to Riley. “She was acting strangely.”

Riley had been eagerly about to open the scrapbook, but now she pauses.

“Strange how?”

“In a hurry,” Adella clarifies.

Riley narrows her eyes. “Does she usually stop for a quickie?”

“She would send you pictures if she did,” Adella says dryly.

“Well, I’m her favorite,” Riley says, pointing her thumb at herself.

“Yes, Darling.” Adella puts her arm around Riley and they get cozy with the book. Adella probably wants to skip to the end to see what’s been newly added, but Riley always starts at the beginning with the pictures of herself and Jess in the dressing room, and things escalate from there. Riley bought a fancy photo printer to participate in this thing. Jess is… definitely a bit more carried away with it than Riley. There’s a noticeable difference in the amount of uninhibited, turbo-slutty exhibitionism on display. The pics that Riley and Adella take are sexy. Jess’s are pornographic.

Adella’s eyes widen slightly when she sees the dark, somewhat blurry image of the creampie from the back of Jess’s car.

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

Riley turns the page and her eyes pop open. It’s a big picture of Jess’s face, streaked with cum. Two dicks are pressed against her face, and her mouth is open.

“I missed this,” Riley says, shocked.

“It was when she went to your mother’s house,” Adella tells her.

“Oh my god. Wow.” Riley bites her lip and stares at the photo.

Amused, Adella gazes fondly at Riley’s expression. Smiling, she leans over and moves Riley’s throw blanket.

“Babe?” Riley asks.

“Shhh,” Adella says. Sure enough, Riley is almost hard in her sweatpants. Adella pulls it out and takes half of Riley’s hardening shaft into her mouth. Slow and wet, she sucks and pulls her lips over it.

“Oh shit,” Riley says. “Shit.” She gazes hungrily at the book in her hands. There’s Stef’s modest dick with its fat, purple head and Adella’s thick, brown, veiny one.

Riley rolls her eyes, blushing. “OK, stop. This is making me want to suck. My turn.”

Adella smirks. “If you insist.”