ALICE Ch 347

Erica shrieks and drops her things as she turns on the light. Val and her gigantic, staring eyes are right there, waiting for her. It’s been a full day, and Erica isn’t at her sharpest. She stares at Val in her… black underwear. It isn’t just black, it’s a little bit daring.

Val grabs Erica’s hand and yanks. As she stumbles along, Erica sees that the panties are a little cheeky. This is all new and confusing. Is this Val’s idea of trying to look sexy? Well, it works. Val would look sexy to Erica in a paper bag. But she doesn’t get to admire the view or appreciate the novelty because one thing hasn’t changed: Val doesn’t care about the mood.

“Oh!” Erica says as she’s pushed onto the bed. Then Val’s on top of her, thrusting her hand into Erica’s shorts. “Oh!” she yelps as Val’s fingers roughly pull on her cock. “Mmph!” Val kisses her hard.

FF1

Lotte’s breath tickles Glynda’s ear as she whispers, but it’s not tickling that has Glynda’s face beet red and her breathing like a racehorse. Her shirt is pushed up to her neck, her bra is popped. Lotte has squeezed behind her on the sofa, and her soft hands gently massage Glynda’s even softer breasts as she relates what happened in a room in central Florida years ago.

Glynda lets out a shuddering breath as Lotte finishes the story. Lotte moves her fingers to Glynda’s erect nipples and squeezes.

“Do you wish that you accepted my invitation yet?” Lotte murmurs.

Glynda swallows. That seems to amuse Lotte, who slides one hand down, taking her time with Glynda’s belly before slipping it into her slacks. She nuzzles Glynda’s neck as she feels her way through the thick curls down there.

“Did we spill something?” Lotte asks.

Glynda shivers under Lotte’s expert touch. Her delicate fingertips tease, and Glynda stoically manages not to make a sound. That changes when Lotte touches her clit. Glynda’s warm thighs squeeze together, trapping Lotte’s hand, and she gasps.

“OK. OK,” Lotte says, blowing in her ear. She lets go of Glynda’s breast and brings her hand up to her mouth, touching her lips. “Open your mouth or tell me to stop. Pick one.”

Glynda’s eye twitches, and she opens her mouth. “Mmm…” she says tearfully, sucking on pure instinct as Lotte goes to work with her other hand. She twists and tries to move, but Lotte has her under control.

“You are so beautiful,” Lotte whispers, penetrating her with a finger. Glynda’s legs spread and shake, then squeeze together.

Lotte suddenly stops, pulling her hand out of Glynda’s pants and using her other one to pluck Glynda’s glasses off her face. Lotte tosses those aside, then licks her dripping fingers.

Glynda twists her body to glare at Lotte, who returns the gaze with that little smirk that she gets sometimes. Lotte pulls her top off, and her pale breasts bounce free. Her smooth skin glows in the lamplight.

“Tell me to stop or kiss me. Pick one,” she says.