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My hips rocked, seeking more. He gave it. His mouth opened wider, his lips sucking at my outer flesh, his tongue driving in a firmer, more rhythmic motion. It wasn’t the focused precision of a lover trying to please; it was the hungry, broad strokes of a beast marking its territory. My hands clutched the sheets. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, a different kind of tension—one born from this service, this undeniable, forceful adoration.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

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Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever

He fucked me straight through my orgasm, chasing his own. But he wasn’t done. He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my stomach across the desk, and kicked my legs wider. Then he was back inside me, even deeper in this position, pounding like an animal. “Fuck, Elena… this pussy is going to ruin me,” he groaned, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “So much tighter and wetter than your sister. You were made for my cock.” The forbidden words sent me spiraling again. I came a second time, squirting slightly onto his desk as my legs gave out.

He rose, cock slick from my juices. "On all fours now!" I obeyed, arching back. He entered slow, savoring. "Love how you take it." We fucked missionary next, legs wrapped tight. Deep kisses, bodies slapping. "You're my dirty secret and my addiction." He came hard, grinding deep. Cum mixed with my wetness, pooling under us.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

“Then fuck me. Right here.” Eli lost it. He ripped Dara’s shorts down, spat on his hand, and pushed two fingers into Dara’s ass. Dara groaned loud, pushing back on them. Eli added a third, stretching him open while stroking Dara’s cock. Dara was moaning shamelessly, hips rocking, cock leaking all over Eli’s hand. Eli pulled his fingers out, lined up, and slammed in raw in one hard thrust. Dara cried out, back arching. “Fuck— Eli— yes—”

my voice was slightly croaked, feeling embarrassed of myself for being exposed to Alexandro. He scoffed, "where did my stubborn and sweet Jacqueline go?" He asked playfully. Why was he attaching endearing yet annoying pet names to my name? I tried to unclasped his arms around me, instead his hands roughly slap me to his body - one of his hands playfully cupped my breasts while the other toyed with my clitoris. "It's been so long I've ever made love to a woman," he drawled. "Are you truly gay?" My voice was mellowed as I turned to look at him quickly behind me.

I fell asleep exhausted, thighs sticky, still whispering Daniel’s name. Days blurred together. Texts turned into voice notes where I moaned for him. Calls became arguments mixed with desperate dirty talk. My body was in constant heat , nipples always sensitive, pussy perpetually wet and aching. I bought more toys. I rode a thick dildo on the couch one afternoon, bouncing on it while watching a video of a man fucking a woman from behind, imagining it was us. My moans filled the apartment as I came, grinding down hard, but again… it wasn’t enough.