ALICE Ch 320

Adella is probably used to having her cock worshipped. Riley is not. Adella has sucked her off plenty of times, but she’s usually pretty brisk about it, not that Riley’s complaining. It’s only on a few very special occasions that Adella has put real effort into convincing Riley that her cock interests her. Riley can, of course, **** Adella to be interested in her cock. She’s done that a few times, and it’s always been entertaining to tease and edge Adella, usually with some light bondage, and then fuck her.

The reverence and adoration in the way that Annette uses her mouth on their cocks is so heartfelt that even with her clothes on, she seems to Riley like the sexiest woman alive. Riley and Adella play with Annette’s hair as she kisses and licks. She’s very thorough.

Even when they lift Annette to her feet, she can’t keep her hands off them. It’s up to Riley and Adella to take her clothes off, and it’s almost a wrestling match. Luckily, they outnumber her. Annette’s professional clothes and plain, upscale underwear end up on the carpet. Her thighs are already streaked with desire as they lead her to the bed.

Viv stoically keeps quiet. She can’t control what her flat belly is doing, or her swollen, twitching pussy. She can’t control the goosebumps all over her body or how tall her nips stand up, but she stays quiet and does not complain as three naked bodies kiss chaotically right beside her. The bed squeaks quietly as though feeling sorry for itself.

Riley feels a little silly about her momentary worry that she wouldn’t be able to get it up for this. She’s up, and there’s no need to act. Annette’s raw sexuality pulls her in, literally. She presses her down beside Viv and enters her. She’s done sloppy kissing and missionary sex before, even at the same time, but she’s not used to being the one on top. With Annette, it feels right. All the performative aspects of what they’re doing are forgotten, and Riley is driven by pure mating instinct. She just wants to bury herself in this woman and let it all go.

Adella stands beside the bed, watching with approval. She can be indecisive at times, and right now there are a lot of things in front of her that she likes the look of. In the end, it’s Annette’s hands that make up her mind for them. She watches Annette’s fingers rake Riley’s back, then make their way down to her butt, where Annette digs in and pulls hungrily. Riley’s perfect little cheeks spread, and Adella bites her lip. She’s nothing if not predictable, and she’s comfortable with that.

She climbs behind her wife and pauses her feverishly working hips. Riley breaks the kiss and looks over her shoulder, red and panting. She moans softly as Adella penetrates her and takes over the rhythm. If Annette minds the extra weight, she doesn’t say anything. Unhurried, Adella uses her size and strength to make sure that her wife is making so much noise that she doesn’t have time to kiss other women.