ALICE Ch 364

No one can be rational all the time. Lora likes and appreciates how tender Bianca is, yet at the same time, she wishes she’d do it just a little harder. Bianca still has her dress on while Lora’s naked. Their lips are locked together as tightly as Lora’s arms and legs are locked around Bianca’s body. Bianca does her best to make love to her despite the limitations of this arrangement, and the result is a lot of urgent kisses and noisy breathing.

Beside them, Kylie lies on her belly, nude below the waist. Her golden hair is everywhere, and a pillow partially muffles her voice as Aria fucks her with deep, deliberate thrusts, covering her neck with hickeys.

Lora tries to lift her hips, and needy sounds escape her mouth as the warmth, pleasure, and softness seem to have become her whole world. Bianca groans and whispers something in Italian. She looks Lora in the eye, then moans and squeezes her, shuddering. Then she’s a hot, limp weight, and her breath tickles Lora’s neck. Lora squeezes her with all the passion and adoration that her pleasure-drunk body can muster. She wishes that she could stay like this forever, and doesn’t even notice what’s going on two feet away.

Breathing raggedly, Aria twists partly onto her side, pulling out and grabbing her gleaming cock. Her load spills all over Kylie’s pert bottom, dripping and rolling down her skin to pool in the curve of her back and stain the sheets. Gleaming with sweat, Aria flops on her back as Kylie groans contentedly into her pillow.

It’s still and quiet for a moment.

Then Bianca lifts her head and gives Lora an unusually sloppy kiss. Lora’s not clearheaded enough to find it funny how similar the dopey smiles worn by the Italians are.

Bianca pulls out and absently ties off her plump condom. Aria gets up as well, and they both freeze once they’re on their feet and stare at each other. A moment passes. Bianca says something in Italian. Aria lunges for the bathroom door and gets there first. Bianca puts her hands on her hips and says something that sounds indignant. There’s a laugh from inside the bathroom, the door opens, and she goes in.

Lora gazes at the ceiling. In some ways, Aria and Bianca are just like guys. She looks over at Kylie. The brain chemistry that goes with good sex means that neither of them feel awkward about this, at least for the moment. Kylie sees her looking and moves her hand about six inches to grasp Lora’s. She smiles.

Lora’s eyes idly travel down Kylie’s obnoxiously spectacular body, lingering on the gleaming mess all over her rear end. She blinks a few times, then her eyes widen.

“Did you not use a condom?” she whispers.

“Shut up,” Kylie mumbles.