Novel & Cerita Desi Lesbian Stories

“What happens when she opens her mouth and tells the rest of the staff? What happens when rumours start spreading through the company?” My voice grew darker. “And let’s not forget something else.” I leaned forward slightly. “You were just telling me two weeks ago that you love some girl.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Yet here you are… entertaining another woman on your desk.” I shook my head slowly. “Wow.” My lips curled with cold disgust. “If that’s what love looks like…” I clenched my jaw. “Then thank God I’ve never loved anyone.” “And trust me,” I added coldly, “I never will.”

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

Lizzie The room was dark except for the glow of my laptop screen. My headphones was on my ears, drowning me in the filthiest moans I could find online. On the screen, a girl was on her knees, drool dripping down her chin while three cocks slammed into her throat. Behind her, another man was pounding her pussy raw. I bit my lip, my fingers sliding under my panties. God, the way they fucked her and used her like nothing more than a toy, it made my pussy gush.

~ Jayden ~ I can still taste her shock on my tongue. I almost can’t believe Bryan’s wife is underneath me right now. I had suspected he wasn’t the one texting me but honestly? I wanted to meet her too. She’s trembling, torn between fury and something darker. They all are at first… horny wives who meet up pretending they want answers, not touch. But the moment I lean in close enough for them to smell the gloss, the perfume, the sweat… the moment they see what their husbands have been craving, they go quiet.

She’s bold and fierce. I like her. I like her attitude especially with the way she carries herself. She’s got confidence that will surely shock your whole body. She’s also beautiful and got a nice racks. She might probably a whore too. “I’ve been calling you for a while now, Liam. Why are you not answering your phone?” Resting my back on the wall, I sighed. “Cresh, I already told you I only fucked once. If you want a cock to hang on your pussy then might go to the bar and search for a hungry cock that will satisfy you.”

Desi replied, emphasizing her confidence. "Did you and Ansel have an intimate encounter last night?" Mrs. Hani changed the topic. "Yes, we did. It was successful." Desi shamelessly continued her deceit, showing no fear of the possible consequences of her lies. Although Mrs. Hani felt disappointed, she had no evidence to contradict Desi's words. She stared at Desi for a moment and then gently asked, "So, how did things go?" Is there a possibility that you might get pregnant?" "It went smoothly, Aunt," Desi replied, feigning embarrassment. "Ansel was very passionate last night. He went inside me multiple times."

She’d decided to have one of those Pleasure Parties with the girls to embarrass Dana with the toys and stuff. All the boxes and displays were opened by the hostess. The girls giggled and laughed at the dildos and vibrators in various shapes and sizes. They turned out the lights for a demo of glow in the dark toys. They even had a condom blow-up contest that Leslie won. This was no surprise to most, being she was by far the slut of the bunch with a reputation for an infatuation with giving blow-jobs. The oils and creams were the most interesting. They applied them to each other and felt the textures and feeling of the lotions.

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

she whispered. Elena took her time undressing me fully, though I wore only the memory of the night before. Her mouth followed the path of her hands, lingering on my breasts, then my stomach, then the sensitive insides of my thighs. By the time she reached my center I was aching. She parted me with her fingers and licked with the same careful attention I had given her, building me slowly. One finger, then two, thrusting in a steady rhythm while her tongue worked my clit. The pleasure climbed in tight waves. When she added a third finger and sucked harder I broke, coming with a sharp cry, hips rising against her mouth.

“Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.” Mark opened his mouth and took Chinedu’s massive, creamy cock deep, sucking sloppily while he rocked back and forth on the dildo. The wet sounds of him fucking his own ass mixed with the obscene sucking. The fluffy tail attachment bounced ridiculously with every thrust, making the guests howl with laughter. Chinedu slapped Mark’s face. “Deeper, bitch. Tell them how you stay denied.” Mark pulled off briefly, gasping, still riding the dildo faster. “I stay locked in chastity because I don’