AR Returns Ch52

Kayla bursts into her mother’s bedroom, stopping in her tracks and clapping her hands over her mouth.

A Sybian, gleaming with juices, buzzes on the rug while porn plays on a laptop perched precariously on the desk. Kayla knows what this machine is because of rumors about CCL, but she’s never seen one.

More troubling is her mother, who lies trembling on the floor beside the device wearing nothing but a soaked pair of panties that have become pornographically sheer. Every inch of her body quivers and jiggles. There are tears in her eyes, and her hoarse breathing sounds like she’s dying.

She’s not dying. Kayla has enough experience to understand.

“Mom! What the fuck!”

“Mmmm…” Mary moans, her body jerking as she grips the rug with one hand. It’s still happening. Unbelievable.

“Oh my god!” Kayla stomps over and slams the laptop shut, planting her hands on her hips and glaring down at her mother. “I can’t have guys over but you can just sploosh all over up here? How long have you had this thing?”

“It was a gift,” Mary says muzzily.

She’s really out of it. Is she not used to having good orgasms? Kayla prefers not to think about that. She stops staring at her mother and focuses on the machine. She licks her lips.

“Well, you can’t use this responsibly,” she says kneeling. “I’m confiscating it.”

“No. No!” Mary grabs it and pulls back as Kayla starts dragging it away.

AR Returns

Stef’s breathing sounds pitiful while Jess’s is all sexy moans. She forces herself to relax her fingers, leaving ten angry, red spots on her wife’s plump ass. Gasping, Stef pulls out and nearly falls off the bed.

The pink base of the plug draws attention to Jess’s clenching asshole, and a little of Stef’s cum oozes from her pussy.

Jess just sinks to the mattress, purring.

Jess was tighter and just… different with that plug inside. Stef has to wipe her sweaty bangs out of her eyes; her cock is sore from how hard she came. Jess obviously got off in a big way too. It’s just a plug, and a far cry from anal sex, but this bodes well for…

Stef scowls. For Riley.

“Oh my god,” Jess mumbles into the sheets. She rolls onto her side and twitches; every move she makes feels strange with that thing inside her.

“Is this your new thing?” Stef asks.

“No,” Jess replies. “Too much work.” Her eyes sparkle as she glances at Stef, curling up a little. She reaches back to cover the plug with her hand. “Once in a while, though. Stop looking at it.”

“Riley’s going to want to look at it.”

“Mmm.” Jess smiles, a hungry light in her eyes.