AR - Put the phone down

Adella emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, drying her hair. She sees you put your phone down.

“What did they say?” she asks.

“They’ll help,” you tell her. “They’re also flirting with us.”

Adella nods. This doesn’t surprise her as much as it surprises you, maybe because she’s so used to women throwing themselves at her. She shrugs.

“Jessica wants my cock. Stef wants this,” she says, walking up to you and looking into your eyes as she grabs your buttock and squeezes firmly.

You snort. Adella’s probably right, but that doesn’t make it any less silly.

“What do you think?” you ask her.

“I’m too tired to think.” Adella yawns and goes to the sofa, where she sits and continues to towel off her hair. You get her a beer and join her. It makes it harder for her to use her arms when you’re cuddling on one side, but she puts up with it. You find the remote.

“I heard there’s a movie where Kate Winslet sits on Saoirse Ronin’s face. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Either way, that’s something we need to see,” you say.

“Who? And who?” Adella asks, lost. She puts her towel aside and takes a drink of beer.

“Just trust me.”

“I trust you.” She slides her arm around you.

The movie isn’t quite as romantic as you’d hoped, but it does still include some nudity and surprisingly graphic oral scenes. That’s more than enough for you and Adella. No words are needed. You’re both tired, but you are not about to sit there with untouched erections. She opens her towel as the clothes come off on the screen. You slide your jammies and panties down just enough to get free and lean against Adella as you stroke your cock. Something like this doesn’t take long. You turn toward her and poke her shoulder with your chin.

She pulls her eyes off the screen and leans down to kiss you.

“Mmm,” you say into your mouth as your cock twitches in your hand and pours out cum onto your undershirt.

The kiss ends. Instead of the screen, Adella looks at your red face and the mess you made. She strokes a little faster, then twists her body so that her load spurts onto your leg, stomach, and your hand which is still wrapped around your sticky, softening cock.

You don’t exactly mind, but you look at her questioningly.

She sags back on the couch, breathing a little hard. She smiles at you.

“I already showered,” she says.

You hold up your dripping hand. Of course.

By the time you get out of the shower, Adella is already in bed, asleep. You slide in with her and resist the urge to spoon; you’ll get hard if you do that, and then you might wake her up. She needs to rest and so do you. So you lie on your back, close enough to feel the heat of her body, and scheme.

And damn. You forgot the present that Carla gave you. It’s still in the car.