Bart X Lisa Novels & Stories

" Lisa muttered with dissatisfaction. she didn't hide her Hatred for the person that just , any way the person that brought her into this organization is Scarlett. So of course she doesn't have to care about that selfish man "Let's forget about Unhappy things and go home" Lisa shook out the unhappy things in her head and smiled cheerfully. Getting back to the house, Scarlett returned to the room to rest. while Lisa went into the kitchen to cook a whole feast. While she was arranging the table, she saw Scarlett come out from the bathroom while wiping her lips.

"What were you discussing with him?" Lena asked her friend. "How to bang him after we are done here," Lisa said plainly, pouring the wine into the glass cup they came with. The lesbians were no longer in the pool, just Lena and Lisa were in now. Lisa sipped some wine and dropped the glass on the edge of the pool. She spread her arms and legs, diving into the water with butterfly strokes. She swam in a relaxing manner, and after some minutes she pulled out, her hair wet and dripping. She looked over to where Harrison was seated and his eyes were on her, she liked it.

came my stern reply. She provoked a part of me and I couldn’t wait to see the end of it. Lisa’s breath visibly hitches as she watches me,her face paling more and blood oozing from her nose. Her beautiful mouth parts and her tears continue to roll down uncontrollably. I honestly don't remember the last time I've been so hard and also seeking consent instead of having my way. She takes a few moment to catch her breath and sits up.Audibly swallowing,she ogles my bulge.

It didn't take long before Layla walked out wearing a bra and panties. I quickly shielded Bart's eyes who swatted my hands away. Layla and Bart both gave me a look. “Why on earth aren't you dressed, Laylaaaaa?” I asked in alarm. Bart was blatantly checking her out and she didn't seem to mind. “Dang, Layla. You have a beautiful body.” Bart said. In a fit of anger, I reached over and landed a knock on his head. They both screamed my name at the same time. Blushing, I apologized feeling bad for hitting him.

He said, “No need to stand. Keep her drinks coming, barkeep.” Ryan felt her eyes on him when he handed Lisa a drink. Her hand shook slightly and he could not tell if she was nervous or excited. The hand on her thigh slid higher, disappearing under her dress. The groom’s hand moved around her side, hovering inches from her breast. Ryan realized his plan was not working. The alcohol was fueling their boldness. One of the men pointed to the p**n playing on the screen. “Hey, can you do that?” Lisa paused, startled. She replied firmly, “I am a dancer, not a pornstar.”