ALICE Ch 77

When Alice regains her senses and some awareness of her sweaty body on top of Cosette, she also regains some pride and stubbornness.

So it isn’t long before that cast-off condom is leaking onto the carpet while Alice puts a fresh one on herself. Everything is elegant and effortless for Cosette, even as she lies on her side with Alice holding her leg in the air, fucking her from behind. Her body moves with the thrusts and she won’t stop smiling at Alice. Self-conscious, Alice lets her leg down and grabs her breast, squeezing in firmly and thrusting harder. Cosette doesn’t cry out or make porn noises; all Alice gets is the occasional sigh or moan, but there’s a very authentic look of satisfaction on her face when she feels Alice pumping more cum into that second condom inside her.

They stay like that for a while. The staring contest, if that’s what it is, isn’t awkward for Cosette. Only for Alice, who finally pulls out, whips that condom off, and tosses it aside. She gazes into Cosette’s eyes, then kisses her experimentally.

Cosette kisses her right back. She’s not done.

Firmly, Alice spreads Cosette’s legs and goes down on her with as much technique as she can muster. Only the feel of slim fingers in her hair gives away how good a job she’s doing. It works; Cosette holds out courageously, but finally, a sharp gasp escapes her mouth. She immediately stops Alice. There’s pride on both sides. She’s not about to let Alice see any loss of control, but she’s also not about to let this business go unfinished.

Alice finds herself on her back with a fresh condom and a view of Cosette’s smooth back. Reverse cowgirl to keep her dignity? Sure. Alice strokes Cosette’s hips and raises her own, but she doesn’t need to do much. Cosette’s hips are in charge now.

Can’t have that. Alice lets her do her thing for a few minutes, then pulls her down with a double handful of her breasts. It’s a pity there’s no mirror in the ceiling. Alice breathes the scent of Cosette’s hair and kisses her neck, thrusting up into her and roughly groping her breasts. She doesn’t get any screams out of Cosette, but the French woman does squeeze her eyes shut, bite her thumb, and whimper audibly.

Only after it’s finished, and she has Cosette’s dead weight on top of her does Alice question the wisdom of this positioning. She’s not about to push the other woman off. Can she fall asleep with a condom-wrapped cock deep inside a perfume rep with about a hundred and fifteen pounds of appallingly sweet-smelling flesh smooshing her?

It’s time to find out.