ALICE Ch 161

The makeup people rush back out, but Alice is too startled to pay attention as they touch up her makeup and concealer. Sweat and body contact have her looking like a mess, although Diorgasm generally likes that.

Val is gone.

“Sasha?” Alice cocks her head. “What are you doing here?”

Sasha’s blushing. Her highlights are green now. It looks good. This is awkward.

Behind them, the backdrop is being changed and the lights are being adjusted. Someone coughs.

“On the floor,” the photographer repeats impatiently. Alice isn’t paying attention. She shakes her head.

“Huh?”

“Here!”

“Jesus.” Alice sits, then lies back as instructed. Nervously, she watches Sasha approach. “Hey!” She sits bolt upright as she feels fingers touching her below the waist. The photographer is adjusting her briefs. Alice growls. The photographer looks up, startled. Alice growls at her again. The photographer ignores that and goes back to adjusting. “Jesus.” Alice doesn’t know what else to say. She lies back down in time to see Sasha bashfully removing her robe. A couple of tattoos stand out on her tanned skin, and a piercing or two. She’s fully nude and Alice can’t help but notice, shaved smooth. Somehow, Alice’s throat gets even tighter and dryer.

The assistants bring Sasha over and position her above Alice.

Sasha says something in Russian that Alice assumes translates to: “Don’t look,”

Alice closes her eyes.

“Eyes open!” the photographer snaps.

Alice opens them in time to see the assistants lowering Sasha on top of her. Sasha gingerly straddles Alice’s groin.

Everything that Alice couldn’t feel with Val, she can feel now. It’s smooshed against her thin briefs, inside which some growth begins to stir.

Sasha’s face burns. The photographer starts to pose her, only to stop when Sasha’s breath catches. Sasha can feel Alice’s cock swelling up and getting harder underneath her.

They stare at each other as the cameras click. There is no hiding anything. Sasha’s freaking out, and Alice is rock hard and twitching against Sasha’s mound.

This is a much more straightforward photo, and it will paint a clear picture of passionate cowgirl action. But Sasha, of all people? Since when is she doing stuff with Diorgasm?

They’re basically stationary, but Sasha’s only getting hotter and wetter down there.

“Lines!”

That bark from the photographer makes Alice jump in surprise.

Sasha gasps, then jumps again when the photographer pushes her.

“Lines! I can see lines. Get up!”

Sasha moves enough for the photographer to briskly pull down Alice’s briefs.

“Hey!” Alice protests.

“Back!” the photographer orders sharply.

“Oh, god,” Alice says, her voice coming out wobbly and pathetic as Sasha’s put back in place. Her mound is dripping wet, and her puffy folds slide over Alice’s shaft. It’s a good thing Alice’s thing likes to lie flat, or this would just be hardcore sex instead of hardcore… smooshing.

“Better. Better. Hold,” the photographer says, taking more pictures.

Alice and Sasha have both broken out in a visible sweat. Alice’s cock gives an especially passionate throb. Sasha swallows nervously.