The Faces of Alice: Part Four

Sara Luvv comes up swinging in bed, head full of voices that slam her between two other women: lipstick lesbian Alicia and rough-and-tumble Al. Al’s sex drive is the loudest thing in the room, so she throws on a smoky robe and lines up pussy for the day—Jenna Sativa, Charlotte Stokely, Abigail Mac. She’s still balls-deep in the third girl when everything goes black. Alice wakes up naked on the front lawn, confused as hell, while some stranger shoves a bunch of flowers at her. She bolts inside and curls behind the door just as Serena Blair knocks—sent by the roommate who’s worried sick. Serena listens, offers a séance. Alice drops the robe and lies flat. Candles flicker. Serena’s hands hover, and boom—Al shows up, then Alicia. The two cutthroats gang up on Serena, stripping her, pinning her. Alicia shoves a dark, puffy nipple into her mouth, cooing while she sucks. Serena tries to remember she’s the counselor here, but Al flips her face-down and eats her bare ass like she’s starving. Then she folds Serena into a deep plow, legs pinned over her head, and fingers her until she cums on Al’s tongue. Alicia wants her turn—knees open, landing strip shining—and Serena obediently licks until Alicia soaks her mouth. Al jumps back in, tribbing like she’s trying to break furniture. Alicia follows, the two pussies grinding until they both go off. Alice claws her way up, but she’s outnumbered. Serena’s left locked in the closet while the three faces of Alice head out hunting again.